Ma Zhicai was taken aback, instinctively wanting to scream, to draw the attention of others.
"Don't shout, it's me." A familiar deep voice came from behind him, immediately calming him down.
"Uncle." Ma Zhicai turned around in surprise and joy.
"Let's head back to the inn." Ma Erlang was clad in a fur jacket, his head covered with a large fur hat, and a scarf popular in Feng City wrapped around his neck. His entire person was bundled up, only leaving his small eyes exposed.
Even so, he lowered his head slightly, fearing others would recognize him.
Compared to him, Ma Zhicai appeared much more at ease. He was dressed in a thick cotton robe, wearing a cotton hat on his head. He was usually thin, and in this pale robe he quite resembled a suave scholar.