The stall owner's aunt had a hunched back and her head was wrapped in a handkerchief.
Hearing Dong Xi's voice, the aunt raised her head and looked at the little girl in front of her, a strange smile appearing on her face.
Dong Xi immediately had a bad feeling. She immediately circulated her cultivation technique, but she really did not feel any sense of danger.
Just as Dong Xi had calmed down, the smile on the aunt's face deepened and her slender eyes narrowed. She seemed to be particularly happy.
Dong Xi frowned. Just as she was about to leave, the middle-aged woman suddenly spoke. Her voice was a little sharp and did noot sound like something someone of her age should have.
"Little Fairy, do I look like a human?" asked the aunt.
Dong Xi was stunned. She instantly recalled a folk legend he had heard in her previous life.
"I think you look like an Immortal!" Dong Xi said after thinking for a moment.