The caravan's people had already picked out a spot, and everyone was busy moving goods.
Li Ping'an freed up his hands to help too.
There were large crates, some packed with specialties from Cloud Province: the renowned cloud silk, spirit medicine, spirit herbs, and more.
They were all slightly flawed, though the flaws were of little consequence.
But the great lineages turned up their noses at them. They did not qualify as top-grade goods.
That was how the caravan's people had found their opening.
These goods were also the easiest to sell in the Black Market.
After that, there was nothing more for Li Ping'an and Old Ox to do.
They sat off to one side, watching the caravan's people bargain and trade. People came and went, and demand outstripped supply.
The little girl showed off her new clothes to everyone she met, whether she knew them or not.
With her little hands planted on her waist, she looked utterly adorable.
She drew frequent glances from those around her.
After a while, Old Ox said there was a snack stall nearby.
So they bought some food and ate while they waited, perfectly at leisure.
They watched the people bustling about the Black Market.
Li Ping'an leisurely crossed his legs, savoring his food and enjoying this tableau of life just as much.
The world was just that fascinating.
It stirred a longing in the heart, so carefree and leisurely.
During that time, some people came to cause trouble too.
They did not say so outright. After all, the Black Market had people specifically tasked with overseeing it and keeping order.
Instead, they first talked about how much standing they had in Wind and Snow City, and how powerful they were.
Then they suggested making friends, asking to be given a few