Two months later, Fang Qingyuan stood on the pier of the Celestial Gate Mountain Marketplace. Gazing at the familiar scenery, he was struck by a sense of how much had changed.
Of course, it was just a fleeting sentiment. But recalling the sandstorms and arduous travel of recent days, he was reminded of the saying: there's no place like home.
Even Yinbao was so uncontrollably excited to be back that if Fang Qingyuan hadn't been watching, it probably would have started frolicking on the spot.
After bidding farewell to the other Cultivators in the caravan, Fang Qingyuan headed straight for his small courtyard. He wasn't in a hurry to sell his goods; he wanted to rest for a few days first.
This trade run had lasted nearly four months, from the spring equinox to the height of summer. Left untended, the seasonal vegetables in Fang Qingyuan's courtyard had grown completely wild.
