Xia Hong adjusted the mask on his face, then pretended to push the cart energetically, following the team as they continued westward.
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Second Year of Great Xia, April 5th
Ten miles north of Jing Valley, in the same old tree hole, were Luo Ming and his son Luo Cheng, along with Li Baihe, sitting around the campfire waiting.
Luo Cheng seemed fine, his face full of anticipation, but the expressions of Luo Ming and Li Baihe were expectant yet anxious, with a slight hint of panic.
"The fire on the southern side has been lit for over half an hour, someone in Jing Valley should have noticed by now, so why hasn't Yue Feng arrived yet?"
Luo Ming couldn't sit still, he got up and glanced outside the tree hole, finding still no sign of anyone coming, his expression becoming even more anxious.
"Today is not a trading day, they might not have sent people to operate in this area!"
Li Baihe spoke in a calm voice, but his face showed some impatience.
