It had been a long time since Ling Xiao had seen Li Tianluo, and he couldn't help but freeze on the spot. In Ling Xiao's memory, both Luo Tian and Li Tianluo had been bright, confident young men—dashing, noble, and elegant. Their regal bearing was so profound that even many nobles who prided themselves on their heritage felt ashamed of their own standing.
But the man before him… His hair was a tangled mess, like a bird's nest, and looked as though it hadn't been washed in ages. His face was so filthy his original features were nearly unrecognizable. He was dressed in rags, his shoes were riddled with holes, and in the sweltering heat, a foul stench emanated from him, causing passersby to give him a wide berth.
The guards at Lingxiao Mansion must have had their work cut out for them. It was a wonder what Li Tianluo had said to them that they'd managed to refrain from sending him flying with a kick, and had even gone to announce his presence.
