The bearded Roshian looked rather alarmed. Upon realizing that the men standing behind him were actually from the Shun Dynasty, his expression instantly shifted into a servile and ingratiating one. You could hardly imagine a bulky, rugged man bowing and scraping before two young men who were a head shorter than him; the contrast was striking.
"Right this way, sirs, please!"
The bearded man forced a smile. Unfortunately, his beard was so thick that it was hard to tell whether he was smiling or crying. To Luchen and Mabin, the fellow looked utterly bizarre—he looked precisely like one of those collaborators guiding enemy troops through the back door.
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