Tuya waits for Xi Zirui's ears and tails to disappear seamlessly into his clothing and hair, and then opens the door, motioning at him to stay quiet and out of sight.
"What business do you have bothering an old woman at this time?" she asks, glaring down the group of fancy cultivators in their fine robes and pristine winter cloaks.
The man leading them enters her house without waiting for an invitation, the rest of group following in after him.
Xi Zirui stays out the way as per Tuya's instructions, busying himself with drying dishes with a rag, while ignoring everything else.
From the corner of his eye he can see that the group of cultivators is comprised of adults, some of them as old as Tuya, others much younger, and a few children around his age or not much older.
