The voice suddenly paused, and the commotion outside caught her attention.
"Who, who, who is this?"
A flurry of chatter from the roadside.
The disturbance arose because a guard inside the city gate was escorting someone out. The person was dressed in tattered clothes, with hair messier than a lion's mane, covering the face with a scraggly beard, making it impossible to see the face and identify who it was.
The tattered clothes were so dirty that the color was indistinguishable, with glimpses of bare skin showing through, and barefoot without shoes.
Filthy and reeking, a stench that forced people to step away lingered wherever they walked.
Even the vagabonds in the Land of Exile found this smell hard to bear; though they were dirty, this degree of stench was rare.
Old Tan, peering from the window, said in surprise, "Could this be..."
Lan Qiaoyan immediately recognized who it was and exclaimed, "It's him, they really brought him out?"
