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Xie Jingchen harbored his doubts but didn't hurry to greet the guests immediately. Instead, he brought back his hunting spoils to the left wing first. He was currently covered in mud and dust, wearing old clothes. To go out to meet guests in such a state would be to lose face.
After all, he had been a military officer for over a decade now, and the attention to personal appearance had become second nature. Glancing at the clothing of the two men leading the group, even through the walls, he could discern their proper smiles, and he could tell, without being blind — the visitors were no ordinary people.
He rushed back to his room to find the new clothes his little wife had made for him, hurriedly took a shower, dried off, and changed into a white shirt and black trousers. Then he briskly grabbed the hunting spoils and went into the kitchen. All this took no more than six or seven minutes.
