Su Shi'er furrowed his brows deeply, his gaze immediately locking onto the Misty Figure in the hut.
Yet no matter how he scrutinized her, there was not the slightest ripple of a cultivator's aura about her.
From head to toe, she exuded nothing but utter plainness, just like an ordinary mortal.
"A mortal? Since this person could appear out of thin air, how could she truly be a mortal!!!"
"Then she must be putting on a mysterious act!"
"Hmph! I'll wait and watch, see how she handles the matter before her."
As he pondered in secret, Su Shi'er did not act at once.
Inside the thatched hut, black gauze drifted in the air, followed by a crisp voice.
"Leave the Heavenly Doom Stone behind, and state your wish!"
The old man halted in his tracks, staring blankly at the thatched hut not far away.
Upon hearing the voice, dazzling hope burst forth from his cloudy eyes.
His throat bobbed as he immediately prepared to speak.
But at that moment, the three Golden Pill Cultivators who had harbored ill intentions exchanged quick glances, strange flickers passing through their eyes.
Before the old man could speak, one of them—a round-faced, slightly plump cultivator—narrowed his eyes to slits, fixed his gaze on the figure in the hut, and spoke first.
"Your Excellency, you are the Granny Yun of legend?"
A voice came from within. "So what if I am? And what if I am not...?"
"Judging by your condition, you clearly possess not the slightest cultivation, seeming no different from a mortal. Can you truly grant our wishes?"
The round-faced, slightly plump cultivator continued, making no effort to hide the suspicion in his heart.
At those words, everyone present frowned as well, falling into thought.
The other party had appeared out of thin