On the inside, Luo Yu was bitterly looking at Feng Jiu who was walking leisurely in front of him: "Mistress, we are only going out for a bit, but why are we dressed like... beggars?"
He pulled at the old and tattered clothes he had on as he wriggled a finger through a hole. He was wondering which servant in the residence did these rags belong to. He looked at his hair to have been wrangled to a huge mess, it looked like a bird's nest, those who don't know him would think that he hadn't washed his hair for ages!
There is also his suave and handsome face which had been smeared grey by his Mistress, it couldn't be any uglier. He looked down and saw his shoes, with also no idea where it was picked up from, with a wriggle of his toes, a few stuck out.
In this sorry state, he looked even more pitiful than all the beggars in Cloudy Moon City.
