Purple Summers's movements faltered, and she looked at the old lady anew.
She was a sorceress, but in reality, she was a very ordinary woman in her sixties. Today she wasn't wearing her typical sorceress attire- the black silk and cotton jacket, nor did she have talisman paper on her, just an ordinary elderly woman. If Purple Summers hadn't seen this face just yesterday, she might not have recognized her.
Purple Summers smiled and asked her, "Old lady, how can I help you?"
The sorceress's expression was eerie, her lips curled in a sarcastic smile as she looked past Purple Summers at the crow inside the room. She grinned, revealing her sparse teeth, "Since the young lady is a fellow practitioner, she should understand the difficulty of nourishing souls. Why bother an old woman like me?"
Purple Summers frowned at these words. She stepped outside, closed the door behind her, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"Whatever you think it means is what it means," said the sorceress.
