C308 A Letter from Home Is Worth Ten Thousand Gold

Under the pitch-black night sky, there were numerous stars and a bonfire was brightly lit. A group of people sat together and they were all travelling merchants. Meanwhile, Qiao Yin was disguised as a lackey among the crowd.

As usual, he wore the same clothes as everyone else. His clothes were fluttering in the wind, his clothes were snow-white, and he looked like an elegant young master