At dawn, the smoke from the fire had already dissipated, and everything seemed as though nothing had happened.
As the clock struck the hour, the city gates swung open, and suburban residents carrying their farm produce began streaming into the city. A leisurely ox-cart rolled along with the crowd, carrying a passenger wearing a bamboo hat. Upon reaching the gate, the passenger stepped down, carrying a basket containing a few fresh fish that were still jumping about.
"Old friend, many thanks!"
Chapter 62