The other small packet of Hemostatic Powder was wrapped in linen, giving off a faint herbal scent.
Ian gestured for his subordinates to take the items and distribute them.
A wave of suppressed cheers immediately rippled through the group, accompanied by the sound of swallowing saliva.
A few children stared longingly at the jerky before being quickly pulled into their parents' arms.
The bald man watched this scene and suddenly spoke up. "Kid, are you headed to Blue Cave Mountain?"
"Yes."
"That place isn't easy to get into." The bald man used a short knife to clean the dirt from under his fingernails.
"Blue Cave Mountain is the territory of the Chixia Business Alliance. You have to pay a tax to enter or leave. For refugees like you, you either need a skill or a sponsor. Otherwise, you won't even get through the city gates."
Ian's eyes shifted slightly. "The Chixia Business Alliance?"
"Yup." The bald man jutted his chin toward the horse-drawn carriage.
