The night wind of Canglang City carried coarse grains of sand, slamming into the newly hung black battle flag of the Garrison Commander Manor, emitting a muffled, weeping sound.
Inside the study, the charcoal fire cast shifting shadows across Qin Lie's profile.
He tapped his knuckles against the sandalwood desk, producing a steady, rhythmic sound. Sitting opposite him was Sadiq, the Sogdian merchant he had encountered in the daytime market.
Chapter 108