Peace Order

"Jiangnan has been at war for a decade, with troops passing every year, and taxes due each year. We have to spend months transporting food for the border troops, and sometimes our own harvests are meager. Now that the fighting has finally stopped, perhaps life can be peaceful again?"

"War makes life tough for us common folks."

"Exactly, exactly."

"But, boss, speaking of which, why are we heading to Central State this time? I’ve sort of forgotten." He looked towards the leader of the merchant convoy, who was really just a makeshift leader, a bunch of men getting together and the idea of a ’leader’ naturally emerged.

Seated right there, the head of the merchant group held a pancake in his hand, saying, "Why talk about that? I heard there’s some big event in the Martial World." He spread his homemade sauce on the pancake, and with a smile said to the three newcomers:

"Are you three also heading to Central State for the excitement?"

Murong Longtu said, "Yes."

The head of the merchant group, having seen much of the world from his travels in the Martial World and being able to run such a convoy, said, "Well, what’s going on isn’t exactly the kind of excitement you’d want to join in on lightly. I heard there’s some, that’s right, some top-tier martial artist, called Sword Madman or something, heading to Central State."