She was pressing her head, trying to ease the pain, when a tall figure blocked out the sunlight above her.,The newcomer wore a pair of straw sandals covered in dark brown mud. She casually tossed a palm-sized, black and rough biscuit onto the muddy ground at her skirt's hem. Unconcerned whether the mud-stained biscuit would be eaten by Shen Tang, she simply passed it on to the next person.,There were also ten or so young and middle-aged men dressed more uniformly, with swords hanging from their waists. Some stood guard while others watched intently.。