In the camps that were scattered right outside the market, although it was much quieter compared to what it was like during the day, there were still people working.0

Zhao Changhe observed the camps that he could see and he was reminded of scenes at ports, bustling hubs of commerce.0

He wondered about the unspoken agreements between the various merchant caravans. Had they made a deal to divide the area into territories? It seemed that each group had its own area, seemingly well taken care of and undisturbed by others. Despite the crowdedness, everything appeared to be somewhat organized.0

This arrangement conveniently facilitated Zhao Changhe’s investigation. It would have truly been a headache if everything was a mess.0

He easily found the Qiao Clan’s caravan camp. At this time, there were people loading goods into their carriages—mainly jewelry, spices, and sheepskins, it appeared. It looked like they were preparing to bring them to the Central Plains. 0

The goods appeared to be delivered directly by a barbarian merchant. Zhao Changhe could vaguely hear the man’s complaints. “Second Master Qiao’s arrogance has been getting worse. Now, he just stays inside his tent and doesn’t even show his face. Is this the etiquette of your Central Plains?”0

Someone who seemed...0