The simple outfit worn by the middle-aged man made him as ordinary as a little grass that could be seen in every corner of the Southern Wasteland.
He was wearing a shirt made from coarse, jute fabric, over-the-knee shorts made of the same material as the shirt, and a pair of sandals, woven from thin vines. His long hair were bound tightly behind his head with a pliable yet firm vine. All these simple clothes worn by him were strangely clean.
The man had an upright and foursquare face, with a pair of bright and focused eyes, giving a very generous and reliable feeling. When Ji Hao first saw this middle-aged man, he even sensed a trace of father-like, gentle and kind vibe from him, that he only had sensed from Ji Xia before.