บท 2597: In Trouble

With blinking eyes and a smile on her lips, the girl asked Feng Jiu.

Only then did Feng Jiu scribble the word Feng Jiu on the table.

"Feng Jiu? Your name is very simple, but I've never heard of Feng's surname." Looking at the elderly man, the girl asked, "Grandfather, have you ever heard of Feng's surname?" 

"The Feng surname is uncommon." The elderly man looked at Feng Jiu. "Where are you from? What is your destination?"

Feng Jiu scribbled on the table: A wandering loose cultivator.

"A person like you is a loose cultivator? Hmph, weaker than me." Xie Yutang cast a glance at Feng Jiu and murmured, "What wandering, that's a homeless man. It's no surprise you sleep in a small tent by the roadside."

During the course of question-and-answer exchanges, Feng Jiu, who was seated next to them in the carriage, began to nod off. She sat in the corner of the carriage and fell asleep, with her entire body sideways.