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As night fell, Chu Zhaoyang parked the carriage in a valley. They had been traveling all day, and if they kept a good pace, they could reach the border and return to the camp by the next day.

They decided to settle down for the night. The area they reached had a small inn catering to the occasional traveler. Business was slow, given the few passersby.

An elderly man, well into his fifties