Reclaiming an Item

Longdong Dao could no longer be called the most prosperous part of the Zuyue Kingdom. Yet having long been the heartland of Zuyue, it still retained some lingering afterglow of its former splendor. After Zuyue had marched its armies into Great Zhen, Datong Capital, the Zuyue capital, had become even livelier, like a final flash of brilliance before death.

Ji Yuan led the old man, transforming directly into a wisp of smoke and descending into Datong Capital. It was already noon, and the city was exceedingly bustling. Merchants could be seen everywhere, and most of the goods being traded came from Great Zhen.

"Come, come! Finest literary tribute from Ji Prefecture, Great Zhen! Crafted by an old master of Ning'an County—rare indeed! Private-study literary tribute kept by a great household, with little stock remaining, little stock remaining~~"

"Come take a look here! Snow wolf fur from Jinzhou, Great Zhen—fine shawls!"

"Sir, take a look at this shawl. Look at the fur color, look at that sheen—it must be fresh hide. Our southern branch bought it from Military Sirs. Guaranteed to be worth every penny! Just twenty taels, twenty taels and it's yours!"

"Is that so? Let me see!"

"Come, have a look!"

After Ji Yuan and the old man landed, they silently melted into the crowds on Datong's bustling streets. Ji Yuan walked slowly in front, while the old man followed close behind, step for step.

Jin Jia followed at the rear. He had changed into a well-fitting blue straight-collared robe and wore a neat black fú tóu on his head. Combined with his red face, so unlike that of an ordinary person, he looked like nothing more than a burly, fierce warrior. He drew many glances, though people only dared to sneak peeks, fearing they might anger him.