"Is this the great capital of Haojing?"
On the guest boat, it was a middle-aged advanced scholar in plain clothes, wrapped up like a rice dumpling, who spoke up.
Zhang Jian glanced at him, seeing his heart fluttering, and immediately smiled faintly.
This was an advanced scholar from a humble background named Zhan Xiong.
However, once one becomes an advanced scholar, no matter how poor, they can distance themselves from poverty. It's just that compared to other advanced scholars from wealthy families, they are a bit behind. Unlike Zhang Jian and Shi Lun, who were dressed in fur coats and could wear inner-lined cloaks to ward off the cold wind.
Looking around, Zhang Jian observed that the pier outside Haojing City was even more bustling than the Immortal Crossing pier, with people coming and going, and shoulders rubbing against each other.
