The guesthouse where Lu Qing and Zhu Yu stopped for a rest was the largest in this small county town. However, fearing the noise might disturb the guests, it wasn't located in the most bustling street market, but the road in front was quite wide.
From a distance, the four of them could see a long line of people outside the guesthouse, so many that it seemed to block half of the originally spacious road. Most of the people in line looked sickly and wore ragged clothes, frequently craning their necks to look ahead, appearing very anxious.
At first glance, one might mistake it for a soup kitchen distributing food to the needy, were it not for the absence of bowls and pots in their hands.
Fulu was initially startled by the scene, even worried about the safety of staying here. After inquiring inside, they learned that these people weren't here to book rooms, nor to cause trouble, but were lining up to seek an audience with an esteemed guest staying here.
