Was this the pillar of Wei state's capital?
Xia Pingan opened his eyes and found himself standing at the city gate, staring blankly at the passing carriages. He raised his head and looked up. As expected, there were two words above the gate: " Yi gate.
Xia Pingan raised her hand again to take a look. As expected, her hand was unusually old, like a chicken claw. The skin on the back of her hand was dry and full of wrinkles. There were also some age spots, like old tree bark. One look and one could tell that it was an old hand.
He looked down and saw that his white beard reached his chest. He was wearing a set of gray-blue old clothes that could be considered clean. The clothes were even patched. He had a leather belt around his waist and a copper sword on it.
At this age, with this outfit, he could only be described as pitiful.
