A long caravan came from the southwest. Sturdy pack oxen trod across the snowfield, kicking up massive clouds of snow and deep rumbles. Compared to these giant beasts of Chenli, the snowfield steeds of other caravans, standing two zhang tall, looked like nothing more than newborn foals.
The banners of the Mingjing Sect hung high. An Jing stood at the city gate to welcome them, and the leader of the caravan hurried forward, offering a deep and respectful bow to An Jing.
The caravan from the Mingjing Sect brought a large batch of grain for An Jing.
Chapter 437