Xu Hui stormed all the way to the village chief's house, and the villagers who loved a spectacle once again flocked after her.
"Huh? Immortal Master Xu's leg has healed?"
"But why does she look so much older?"
"Tsk, standing beside Wang Donggou now, they really do look like mother and son."
Xu Hui had no time for these loose-tongued villagers. She was like a woman possessed, intent only on tearing off Su Jiu's mask.
Su Jiu was still discussing the details with the village chief when she sensed a familiar spiritual aura rapidly approaching.
Su Jiu's expression remained calm. She had no idea what this woman wanted now. She lifted her cup and sipped the tea, then set it down again without expression. Having grown accustomed to the spiritual tea her master gave her, she found the village's tea rather hard to describe. Still, only mortals lived here, so tea like this was probably quite good to them.
"Next, I only hope you can pass my words along, Village Chief!"
The village chief had not been this happy in a long time.
He still remembered the scornful way Xu Hui had refused him when he first begged her two years ago. Compared to the young girl before him, who looked rather cold but had volunteered to help, the difference was heaven and earth.
For the first time, he learned that it was not only mortals who could be good or bad. Immortal masters could be, too.
The village chief was just about to leave when someone came barreling straight in toward him.
Su Jiu used Traceless Step and immediately moved the old village chief out of the way.
Su Jiu narrowed her eyes at the woman standing before her with her head held high. "Has your divine sense stopped