Lin Xuan Qi got onto his horse carriage and left for the seaside.
When the smell of the salty air entered his nose as the horse carriage got near, he knew that he had arrived.
Bai Sha town was bustling with activities even in the cold of autumn.
There were men and women carrying fish on their shoulders or pushing them on pushcarts.
All the fishermen and fishmongers were rushing to sell whatever they could before winter arrived, when it would be too cold and dangerous for them to venture out to sea.
Crack.
The whip of the coachman cracked and the horse carriage came to a halt.
He rose from his seat and turned the handle of the carriage door.
When the door opened, the coachman had already placed the steps for him to alight.
Lin Xuan Qi stepped out from the horse carriage and came down from the steps with the passersby giving him a glance and going on with their daily errands.
He headed for the fish market and the fishmongers were packing up since it was already afternoon.
