"Have a seat."
Xiao Jing gestured for the middle-aged man in the Confucian robe before him to sit.
He was the leader of the Mi Clan merchant caravan that had recently entered Da Liu Town's primary market, and it was he who had requested an audience with Xiao Jing.
"Thank you, Lord Town Master!!"
Mi Yuan cupped his fists in salute but didn't stand on ceremony, seating himself with ease.
The Mi Clan's caravans traveled all across the realm—though, of course, that was mainly to major cities. This was the first time he'd ever set up shop in a small place like Da Liu Town.
If not for the increasingly famous Qinghe Wine, he never would have paid any mind to such a small town.
Indeed, while Da Liu Town was developing well and held some sway in Shanwu City, in Mi Yuan's eyes, it was still just a backwater.
