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The deathly pale and hunch-backed old woman was staring blankly at Chen Ping'an's group.
The scholar who had knocked on the door had a very cowardly personality, and he didn't even dare to look directly at the old woman as he hid behind his companion, internally kicking himself for being so eager to step forward and knock on the door.
The scholar was quite an avid reader of various types of different books, and he had read no lack of stories concerning all manners of ghost and spirits, the majority of which fell into two categories. The first category contained the spirits that were very beautiful and alluring, such as the seductive fox spirits that lured in passing scholars.
The second category contained spirits that were ghastly in appearance, and at night, their residences would appear to be standard courtyards, but if one were fortunate enough to live to the next day, then they would discover that they had actually spent the entire night in an abandoned graveyard.
The scholar holding the torch was a little more courageous than his companion, and he jostled his large bookcase up and down to adjust its position on his back while rubbing his hands together for warmth as he forced a smile onto his face and asked, "Would you be able to take us in for a night, Madam?
“The rain is too heavy, and our friend here has already fallen unconscious from the cold. If we can't find a warm place for him to stay, he may not be able to make it through the night. Saving lives is one of the best deeds one can do, so please take us in out of the kindness of your heart."
The old woman wore a stern expression as she said something in the local dialect, and she seemed to have been asking a question.
The scholar could only offer an explanation using the same dialect.
The old woman turned her gaze toward Chen Ping'an, then suddenly asked in the official dialect of Eastern Treasured Vial Continent, "You're a martial artist?"
Chen Ping'an nodded in response.
The old woman then directed her gaze toward the hilt of the peach wood sword that was strapped to Zhang Shan's back. In his unconscious state, his breathing had become deeper and more even than when he was conscious. This was one of the remarkable things about Qi refiners.
Everything they did strove toward a return to simplicity, and that sometimes had rather surprising outcomes. Upon noticing the peach wood sword, the old woman's eyes narrowed slightly as she asked, "And your friend is a Daoist?"
Chen Ping'an nodded once again.
Finally, the old woman turned her attention back to...
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