Yu Yanlin brought him to the guestroom.
There was a person there, seated upon a chair by the wax paper window. He was a haggard individual with messy hair and sunken eyes. He looked as if he hadn't slept in years. And despite the state of his appearance, his robes did not bear similar signs of wear and decay. Instead they were pure, pristine in appearance, light greens and pastel blues where indicative of the Benevolent Song Sect.
