"Who is it --"
A trembling voice came from the door, sounding somewhat vigilant.
"We are not bad people, but cultivators passing by. We passed by this place because we wanted to take a rest and also to get some information."
Hearing this, the people in the room fell silent for a moment. Then, they carefully opened a crack and saw Gu Xi and the others clearly.
With a creak, the broken wooden door was opened from the inside, revealing an old face that looked like tree bark. It looked like it had been through a lot.
The one who opened the door was an old man. Seeing their arrival, he was obviously stunned on the spot. His turbid eyes suddenly shone as if he had seen his savior. He immediately welcomed everyone in.
"Immortal Master, please come in quickly. Please don't blame me. I was being careful. I hope you can understand the offense just now."
In the eyes of ordinary people, cultivators like them were no different from Immortals.
