It was unclear how long it had been since this person last cleaned themselves. What should have been a lustrous, black mane was now greasy and tangled with knots. A closer look at the exposed hairline revealed a layer of yellowed, sticky residue. A careful sniff offered a strange, pungent odor - something akin to sweaty socks left unwashed for weeks combined with crushed heather juice. The only redeeming feature was her striking features, which even dirt couldn't completely obscure.,There were also ten or so young and middle-aged men dressed more uniformly, with swords hanging from their waists. Some stood guard while others watched intently.,Shen Tang walked silently, burying her head down, trying hard to find memories related to this body.。