The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the clouds on the horizon a magnificent crimson.
Beside the main road, an inn named "Kelai" stood alone. It was a two-story wooden building with green bricks and dark tiles. A dim yellow lantern hung by the entrance, swaying gently in the rising night breeze.
"Let's stop here for the night."
Lan Yuexin lifted the carriage curtain. She glanced at the sky, then at the inn that looked somewhat desolate in the twilight, and gave the quiet order.
The caravan slowly came to a halt. The guards expertly began to stable the horses and carriages, parking the goods in a tight cluster in the inn's rear courtyard under strict watch.
Fang Han followed Lan Yuexin out of the carriage and stepped into the inn's main hall.
The inn's furnishings were simple: a few square tables, several long benches, and an old abacus sitting in a corner.
