Fellow Daoist? You're Not Worthy

Song Wen released his aura, frightening away the cultivators gathered outside the shop, then questioned the burly female cultivator about Forgotten World Ridge.

Zhou Siyi also asked a few questions, but what concerned her was the source of the Demon Spirit Grass.

If they could continuously acquire Demon Spirit Grass, she could refine large quantities of Dragon Force Pills for the Shadow Gu to consume, thereby increasing their strength.

According to the burly female cultivator, there was not much Demon Spirit Grass in her shop, only a few stalks. This Demon Spirit Grass had come from Fairy Fu Mei.

This made Song Wen and Zhou Siyi look forward to Fairy Fu Mei's arrival.

No one knew what method Xiao Si used, but he truly managed to invite Fu Mei to the shop within an hour.

Fu Mei was respectfully called a fairy, but her appearance had not the slightest connection to one.

She was only slightly shorter than the burly female cultivator, standing just under eight feet tall. Broad and thickset, she looked exceptionally brawny. Her features were rugged, her large eyes like bronze bells, and she possessed an imposing air.

This made Song Wen believe the burly female cultivator's words. Fu Mei truly was her paternal aunt.

Fu Mei glanced at the burly female cultivator kneeling on the ground, then swept her spiritual sense over Song Wen and Zhou Siyi.

Zhou Siyi's aura was concealed by her veil artifact, so Fu Mei could not probe it. However, she sensed that Song Wen was at the mid-stage Golden Core Realm.

"Fellow Daoist, you look unfamiliar. You do not seem to be a local cultivator?" Fu Mei said in a deep, booming voice.

"I have only just arrived at Forgotten World Ridge. I hope Fairy Fu Mei will look after me."