Wen Caishang hesitated for a moment, then said: "Enter the city."
Li Xian steered the carriage onto the main avenue, traveled seven or eight miles, and saw a towering city wall. Several zhang high, the plaque read "Gray Cloud City" in three characters.
This place is still within "Yu Nan Dao · Huashui Prefecture".
The city bustling, tall buildings stand in numbers. Night had already fallen, with flickering lights.
The inn was clean and orderly.
Li Xian arranged accommodation, realizing he had spent all his silver, leaving only a few broken silver pieces, pondering: "This wandering on the Jianghu truly burns silver quickly. It's only been a few days since travel began, and tens of silver liang have been spent."
"Need to ask the lady for some funds, there's a money shop in this city. Obtaining some money will also make travel much more convenient."
However, he saw Wen Caishang's face dark, seemingly troubled. Several times she wanted to speak, yet remained silent.
