The streets were already full of people.
Each face bore a smile, an excitement, a sense of anticipation.
The caravan had been delayed for so long that despair was close at hand; now, as soon as news of the caravan's return spread, the entire shantytown was abuzz.
Crowds gathered, moving in one direction.
Chen Li felt the same excitement as he followed the crowd for a few minutes. Soon, he caught sight of the caravan.
It was a massive caravan.
Dozens of camel-like beasts stood in a row, burdened with mountains of goods, while the number of people heading this way was even greater, dusty from their journey, forming a long procession. He roughly estimated that there were no less than a hundred people.
But the more Chen Li looked, the more he felt something was off.
Why are there so many people?
When he saw that many were bringing their families, from the elderly to squalling infants, he felt a sense of foreboding.
This was not a caravan!?
