"Great Elder, we captured someone from outside. He got in from the outside world." The tent curtain was lifted, several people filed in quickly.
"Come in, behave yourself!"
The white-haired boy whose hands were tied was pushed into the tent.
The boy knelt to the ground with a thump.
His hair was grabbed, forcing him to raise his head to look at the elder sitting in the center of the tent.
The elder wearing a long red robe poured tea from the teapot into his cup. The aroma of tea instantly filled the tent.
"Does anyone else know about our secret border beside you?" The elder asked slowly.
The elder's speech was somewhat difficult to comprehend. It sounded like some sort of dialect to the white-haired boy, but he could manage to understand.
"Yes, I came here because they were chasing after me. They didn't follow me, they're hiding outside the secret border," the white-haired boy hastily said.