That's right.
The Lord Left Envoy, who had so terrified Xu the Good Samaritan, had also been lying low in the Great Han Country for many years.
He had been wandering far and wide, sometimes posing as a traveling scholar, other times as a refugee from disaster-stricken areas.
He was searching for the fabled person of Great Fortune, and for the forty-nine boys and girls needed to match the number required for the Celestial Dao's auspicious day sacrifice.
"Have all those children been brought here?"
The Lord Left Envoy approached the group. He ripped off the Central Plains attire he wore, revealing the Nanjiang clothes underneath.
Lord Hexi hurriedly handed him a hat.
At this moment, the Lord Left Envoy and the decrepit old man from before looked like two completely different people.
The little girl, whose mouth was tightly covered by Ji Laoliu, hid in a distant tree, completely stunned by what she saw.
