Shao Changyin Ji continued walking without stopping, heading straight to the corner by the wardrobe in the room. She stood still and whispered to the empty corner, "Great Elder, he left."
In the next moment, a figure appeared out of thin air; it was an elderly woman dressed in gray cloth.
The elderly woman's figure was slightly hunched, she leaned on a cane, and wore old cloth shoes with black tops and white soles, with dirt on the edges.
The elderly woman stood silently there, having no idea how long she had been standing.
"As you predicted, he refused." Facing this person, the previously assertive Shao Changyin Ji had greatly restrained herself.
"He was bound to refuse. This person has a heavy mind, is inherently suspicious, and it's normal for him not to trust us. He is exactly the person we need." The elderly woman's voice was powerful; it was impossible to distinguish her gender. Most terrifying was her face.
