"Sir, are you... a merchant caravan?" The waiter hesitated for a long while before finally coming over to ask. This group of people... if they were a caravan, they had no carts and weren't carrying large amounts of goods.
Furthermore, even the uniformly dressed young disciples carried a very particular air about them. One look and you could tell they were no ordinary people. The waiter was afraid they were a group of foreign nobles who didn't understand the situation in the Dianchi Kingdom. It would be a tragedy if they were to lose their lives here out of ignorance.
Qin Suo smiled faintly and said, "We're not a merchant caravan. We're just passing through."
