A wooden stump was all it took for the old woman to render Mingshi Yin helpless to fight back. He was suitably shocked. 'Since when did Zhencang Branch have such a grand elite?' Based on Feng Qinghe's words, this old woman was his hidden trump card.
This place was at least 100 miles from Golden Court Mountain. It was considered extremely remote. The trees grew wildly around here, and the valley hid it from view. Being this removed from human settlements and without protection from Formations, the wild beasts in the wilderness would be enough of a headache. The wooden hut and plum blossom stumps seemed old. The weed was taller than most men. Clearly, this old woman had been living here for a long time now. This was not a hidden trump card. Feng Qinghe was merely grasping at straws.
"Old senior… I would never dare to lie to you. My master is truly at the Nine-leaf stage!" Mingshi Yin said.
