With one hour left, there were only ten minutes remaining.
Xiao Feng stopped in his tracks; in front of him were two old and rusted iron gates.
At this moment, his hair was messy, and his face was covered in dust, giving him a weary traveler look.
As for the hairstyle, it was deliberately made to look like this.
There was no other way; the full disguise set also involved hairstyle adjustments, but Xiao Feng didn't have the tools with him, nor did he have the time to waste any further.
So, he could only patch up whatever obvious flaws he could in the limited time and hope it was good enough...
He examined the iron gates closely, noticing the rust and numerous large and small holes, making the description "riddled with holes" perfectly apt.
Above the door, there seemed to be a plaque, but the characters had deteriorated so much that they were unrecognizable.
Turning back, he muttered to himself, "The gates, the locust tree, the stone table, it must be the place."
