On the second day, after the caravan members had breakfast, they set off early again. Traveling far and wide solely for wealth, they had to deliver the goods before winter and seize the opportunity to earn a good profit. Afterwards, passing through several cities, the caravan's cargo slightly increased and decreased, as they disposed of some items and exchanged them for merchandise popular beyond the border. Although everyone's purses got heavier, the weight of the wagons seemed to grow even more. During this period, Wang Anfeng learned from conversations with many traders that not everyone planned to venture outside the border into foreign realms. Considering the numerous dangers, a considerable number of people only intended to transport inland goods to the border Xiong City and dispose of them. Then, they would exchange for rare inland items from the border, and after the spring next year, transport them back, twice a year. Although not as lucrative as a trip beyond the border, it was valued for being safe and stable. Within the Great Qin realm, while not entirely without danger, it was much better compared to the outer realms. Sun Ren, who previously gave Wang Anfeng a bag of horse fodder, was one such person. In his youth, full of vigor, he could handle the various dangers beyond the border. But now, as he aged, even though his body was still fine, his spirit was utterly exhausted, unable to endure trips beyond the border. In contrast, Zhou Chao, with his martial arts skills, though of a similar age to Sun Ren, remained as vigorous as before. After traveling for another half month, the group rested in a city. According to Zhou Chao, this was the last city before entering the northwest Xiong City. At other times, they would only procure supplies while passing through towns, never lingering too long. Therefore, taking advantage of this opportunity, they hurriedly procured necessary items and offloaded some less popular foreign goods in their possession. They only stayed for a day before setting off again. As if everyone understood the importance of this place, rare as it was to have a chance to rest at an inn, the traders in the caravan all changed their demeanor. Instead of relaxing with tea, they tirelessly rushed around the city. Wang Anfeng had no goods to sell and didn't plan to buy anything here. So, he merely fed his listless skinny horse, brushed it down, and planned to return to his room. But as he was about to go upstairs, he was called by round-faced Sun Ren. "Young brother, not going out for a stroll?" he asked with a cheerful grin. Wang Anfeng maintained a calm and indifferent expression, shaking his head. Sun Ren didn't mind. Today, his mood seemed particularly joyous, with a smile he couldn't hide constantly at the corners of his lips and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He laughed and said: "Brother, even though you're a pharmacist and have no goods to sell, it's still best to buy something, especially cloaks. You must know, the northwest is different from the Central Plains, with vast depressions, mountains, and more desert, lots of it. When the wind blows, the area around Heavenly Mountain is filled with sand." "These are even more common beyond the border. When traveling, you need cloaks and headscarves to cover yourself, otherwise, you'll be filled with sand." Google seaʀᴄh novel[f]ire.net Wang Anfeng himself possessed excellent martial arts skills. Not to mention sand, even ordinary crossbow bolts had difficulty approaching him. However, in the eyes of everyone else, he was just an ordinary person with no martial arts skills. He didn't intend to hide the identity of the Blade Madman, but he was happy to maintain such an impression. Having an additional layer of disguise was always beneficial, even if it couldn't withstand scrutiny. For now, he nodded and said lightly: Sun Ren, who had been the only one occasionally conversing with Wang Anfeng in recent times, thought he knew the young man's character. Unexpectedly hearing these two words from his mouth, he was slightly stunned and then seemed even happier, laughing heartily: "Alright, alright, I have things to do, so I won't chat with you anymore, young brother." "Let's drink together if there's a chance." Saying so, he waved his hand, turned around, and walked out. Each step he took was large and vigorous, almost about to break into a run, as if he indeed had something urgent to attend to. After Sun Ren left, Wang Anfeng asked the shopkeeper, then turned to head into the city. At that time, just over two months remained until the New Year. This year's festival, he was certain he couldn't spend it in Great Liang Village. In the northwest, the temperature already had the chill and coldness of winter. As expected, there were many places selling cloaks and capes along the road. It seemed that traveling merchants often rested here before heading to the Western Regions. Seeing a profit to be made, many started such businesses. Wang Anfeng casually entered a shop. According to his preference, he fancied the most plain dark blue cloak. The cloak had a hood, capable of fully enclosing the head and covering most of the body. When the wind and sand came, it could be wrapped tightly for full protection. Although it appeared overly plain, it was reasonably priced, costing only seventy Great Qin Tongbao. The shop assistant had already guessed from his gaze which one he wanted, secretly thinking he was another poor sour person, yet they still approached with unchanged smile, asking: "Has this customer set their eyes on a particular one? Our shop's goods are genuine, and the prices are very good. We have a solid reputation on this street." Wang Anfeng's gaze lingered on that plain cloak momentarily before directly pointing to the middle section. The shop assistant followed his finger's direction and couldn't help but be slightly stunned—