After drinking tea, Chen Qing and Jing Ying bid farewell. This little girl seemed to have a hint of reluctance, inviting him to visit her home again in the future.
Arriving at Jiang Miaoxian's camp, there were over thirty mice the size of Green Bulls, carrying goods on their backs, lazily lying in the sun sleeping.
Seven carriages were parked nearby, two of which were for Jiang Miaoxian's house guards, one for Jiang Miaoxian, and three for the three guards Jiang Miaoxian had hired.
A middle-aged man, about forty years old, in the ninth level of Qi Refinement, named Hao Changchuan.
Another looked about fifty years old, an elder whom everyone respectfully called Elder Liu, also in the ninth level of Qi Refinement.
Elder Liu's clothes were tattered, wearing only coarse hemp clothes, clearly an ascetic, though the years of asceticism were unknown.
Then there was a curvaceous woman named Song Yuqing, who didn't like coming out much. Chen Qing had only seen her once during meals.
