"Your Majesty comes here, could it be that you have an old friend?"
Chen Sansi didn't speak, just walked deeper into the village. Upon seeing a fence at the corner of the village still intact, he felt slightly relieved.
"Is it, is it Master Ping'an?"
Before he could enter, a weak female voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Looking closely, it was a pale-faced, slender woman.
"Clang—"
The half-drawn sword of Sima Yao was pushed back by Chen Sansi, who said solemnly, "How did you recognize me?"
The woman gave a wry smile, "Apart from you, no one else would come to our house."
"You are..."
Chen Sansi looked at her, clearly in a critical condition, "Do you need my help?"
The spiritual pills of cultivators cannot be consumed by ordinary people, as they contain Spiritual Grain and other energy-rich Spirit Plants which mortal bodies cannot digest.
