```At dawn, the dense fog seemed like a blanket rolling across the ground, the cold air funnelling directly into the seams of the clothing.
Shadowy figures loomed in the thick fog, a group of twenty or thirty people emerging in a line, followed by five flatbed carts.
Most of them were young men and women, dressed cleanly, though there were also servants clad in coarse hemp clothes.
One individual, in particular, stood out—extremely tall, reaching over six feet, but with a face that was surprisingly youthful.
"Master, is this Pingyang Town? It's so big, it feels even larger than the county city we're from."
The lean young man, carrying his bundle, looked around curiously.
Pang Qinghe, who led the group at the front, sighed, "It's Pingyang County now, and who knows, it might even become Pingyang Prefecture in the future. In any case, we'll have to make a living here from now on."
