The old peddler's home was not in a prosperous area. After twisting and turning through a dozen alleys, they finally reached the entrance of one. The old man's house stood right behind the large banyan tree at the very end. The door was rather old, its vermilion and yellow paint faded and peeling away from the wood and the lock alike, leaving the entire entryway looking dilapidated and mottled.
This must have been an old residence over a century old.
The old peddler pushed the door open, revealing a desolate courtyard overgrown with weeds. Clearly, the old man hadn't bothered to tend to his yard, whether out of a lack of energy or something else.
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