By late afternoon, Wang Jingyuan and Mo Xian arrived at a large town by the name of Pingkang. They decided to stay here for the night, because the next town was too far away to reach by nightfall. After finding an inn and leaving their horse to the stable boy, the pair wandered the streets.
"I think the night market here will be very vibrant," Mo Xian said as he took in the streamers and lanterns strung up everywhere. "There should be lots of vendors."
"I'm excited! I haven't properly walked around a night market," Wang Jingyuan said, her eyes bright. "Childe Mo, let's get dinner and then walk around when it gets dark."
"Alright." Mo Xian found himself smiling. Whenever Wang Jingyuan was happy, he found that he was happy too. They had a simple meal of beef hand-pulled noodles as the sun set and night arrived. Just like Mo Xian predicted, the night life was vibrant.
