C508 The Herb Slave in My Previous Life
Beneath a locust tree, a hunchbacked old man sat, his clothes a riot of colors, his hair sparse and thin. His scalp was nearly bare, with just a few loose strands of hair hanging listlessly around the edges. Even seated, his spine protruded sharply, curving into a severe hunch. At that moment, he was glaring at Yu Yuan and Yuan Lianyao with a dark expression
