At the South Gate of Qingzhou City.
A party made up of forty-seven caravan members and thirty-one Pacification Guards quietly drove out through the city gates as the first light appeared on the horizon.
Under Yi Yang's arrangements, the party formed two columns. Xu Min led ten Pacification Guards at the front to clear the way, more than a dozen wagons laden with goods were sandwiched in the middle, and the remaining Pacification Guards brought up the rear.
The caravan members wore ordinary coarse-cloth work clothes. They had more than twenty wagons loaded with sacks of grain, medicinal herbs, beast hides, and several tightly sealed wooden crates filled with cultivation pills. Some seemingly ordinary cultivation pills could fetch high prices in the Shaman Kingdom.
Yi Yang rode a Mutant Beast Horse with a glossy coat in the middle of the party.
Beside him rode two figures draped in gray cloaks, one as massive as a mountain, the other slender and small.
They were Wu Ge and Wu Yanluo, both in disguise.
Wu Ge had traded his Shaman Kingdom Beast-Hide Tunic for a coarse-cloth robe from Great Yu and pulled a felt hat over his head. Yet no matter how he covered himself, his dark, deep-set features and rippling muscles still gave off a wild, untamed air.
Fortunately, the caravan already had plenty of horse-caravan men who worked the Southern Border routes, many of them dark-skinned, so he did not stand out too much.
Wu Yanluo had put away the silver bells on her ankles and changed into cloth shoes. She had braided her hair into two plaits and tucked them into her cloak, disguising herself as an ordinary caravan hand.
She looked around from horseback, full of interest in the scenery along the road.
Yi Yang glanced back at her