Liu Xiangli took a few steps back, frightened. The old woman in front of her seemed to be possessed by something. In her hand, she held a booklet with the words "Ascension Divine Skill" printed on the cover. What Ascension Divine Skill, it was nothing but superstitious nonsense, utter hogwash.
It wasn't just Liu Xiangli, an educated intellectual, who would remain unswayed by the so-called Ascension Divine Skill; even children wouldn't fall for it.
Liu Xiangli really wanted to get back into the car right away, but the old woman was too deeply deluded, and Xiangli couldn't bear to leave her to her madness.
Just as Liu Xiangli was about to try to bring the old woman to her senses, the woman took a few steps forward, stuffed the yellow booklet into her hands, and then turned and left.
"Xiangli, what did she say to you?"
