Qiao Sang felt a little silly the moment she asked that question.
If the old lady's Beastmaster rank had reached D-rank and she had received feedback from her pet beast, then it was possible.
But the old lady's appearance completely matched that of someone who had aged naturally for her years.
One had to know that Beastmasters who had received feedback from pet beasts could not have their ages determined simply by appearance. High-ranking Beastmasters might be seventy or eighty years old yet look no different from young people.
This had also greatly reduced the number of people who struck up conversations with handsome men and beautiful women on the street.
After all, you could never be sure whether the person you were hitting on was from your grandparents' generation.
Of course, such people were not encountered whenever one wished.
Still, plenty of people hit on those from their parents' generation. It was often used as a joke to warn the public not to judge people by appearances, or else they might be the next to die of embarrassment.
Given the old lady's age and appearance, she clearly had never received feedback from a pet beast. Naturally, she could not have heard a deliberately lowered conversation from so far away.
Qiao Sang put on her shoes, stood up, and voiced the question in her heart. "Is the old lady sick?"
Other than the medicinal smell filling the room, she could not see any sign that something was wrong with the old lady's body.
When someone who was about to die suddenly became energetic, it could only be a final burst of strength before death.
Yet studies showed that such a final burst generally lasted around one to three hours and was rarely prolonged. The old lady did not fit that