The man sighed. "And to you, merchant," he replied before riding ahead. Zhen Ying, who had amassed his wealth in the competitive world of Leidian's traders and merchants, was not one to miss an opportunity. "You are a Qi warrior, aren't you?" he inquired.
The man did not halt but turned his head, prompting his horse to stop. He looked at Zhen Ying, and a heavy silence fell between them. What sort of person have I encountered? Zhen Ying pondered.
Finally, the younger man nodded. "I am a Qi warrior," he admitted, as if revealing a shameful secret.
"I am in need of capable men," Zhen Ying said. "I have a caravan en route to the Northeast, destined for a grand market near Lianhua town. There's no disgrace in joining us. My only fears are bandits and the Demonics."
