San Shui Wharf.
Two fine horses galloped side by side, ridden by knights who were not exactly handsome or beautiful, but with bright clothes and spirited manners, they were clearly young heroes of the jianghu.
The coolies and fishermen on the wharf all avoided them, not daring to look straight at the two.
"This is where Junior Brother Fang has been selling fish?"
Li Qinglan looked around curiously, "It really is... simple! If Junior Brother Fang was willing to escort some shipments with me, I'm afraid he could have already bought a mansion in Mansion City."
Song Sanjin slightly raised his chin, showing some pride of a city dweller.
