"Have you seen the notice? More heads will roll tomorrow! You don't know? Tsk, it's Zheng Xuancheng's accomplices, the Profound Sect rebels. They're being executed tomorrow at noon."
"Then I'd better prepare some extra steamed buns in advance."
"I mean, what are these people making all this fuss for? It's not like life is impossible these days. They just stir up trouble and end up getting themselves killed for no good reason."
In the crowd, a stooped old woman with a full head of silver hair shuffled forward with difficulty, occasionally letting out a dry cough that sounded like she was about to hack up a lung.
Keeping her head down, she entered a modest-sized inn, ignored the waiter's greeting, and headed straight for a guest room upstairs.
She stumbled into the room, slammed the door shut with a CLANG, then slid to the floor, panting heavily.
