His hair was greasy and unkempt, clearly days overdue for a wash. His clothes were also filthy and patched in several places, with visible tears sewn together.,In the center of the space, a fist-sized white ball was floating. It's purpose remained unknown for now, only swaying slightly when the teapot entered, and then it went still again.,With a gulp, Du Fei swallowed nervously, his face turning black as coal.。