Lin Feng was not so full of himself that he thought the person outside was kneeling to him.
He saw a rainbow of light flowing over the old woman outside. It was the aura of a deity, and she possessed no less of it than he did.
In other words, if the old woman died, she would very likely become an immortal. There was nothing unusual about that.
Someone like her would have no reason to fear Lin Feng.
That meant the one worthy of her worship was the Yellow River God residing within him.
Lin Feng glanced at Menzang E'pang outside the door. Without betraying any emotion, Menzang E'pang said, "This is the late emperor's treasury, as far as I know.
"Do you need a key? If so, you'll have to wait an hour."
He took out a Map. Lin Feng accepted it, glanced over it, and shook his head. "No need for a key. I can go there myself."
Granny Weiming stood up, still deeply respectful toward the Yellow River God. Holding the Map, Lin Feng said, "I'll keep my promise. Once I've taken the treasures, I'll leave.
"But I hope you won't get any ideas, either. I wouldn't mind killing another high-ranking court official. At worst, I'll stay away from this place forever. The world is vast. The Great Song, the Great Liao—with my abilities, I can go anywhere.
"There's no need for that. You understand what I mean."
Lin Feng could sense the additional, mixed auras on Menzang E'pang.
Those auras were intimately tied to the land of Western Xia.
This was probably the work of the Shaman beside him. She had bestowed blessings on him, but frankly, blessings were not all that useful.
There were always loopholes to exploit!
Since they were blessings from the