"Sorry to intrude, ma'am."
Inside the city, Song Yin, holding a small booklet and having meticulously recorded the details, said to the old woman in the house before walking out.
"Big Senior Brother, have we completed this area?"
Following behind, Lingdang tilted her little head and asked, "What's the use of registering and compiling these records?"
Song Yin was not dressed in the traditional garb of an immortal with a Daoist robe and the White Jade Dragon Bone Crown. The crown was replaced with a simple hair band, the great cloak became an ordinary overcoat, and underneath, the Taoist robe was exchanged for the most common attire, similar to that of a farmer.
He appeared just like an ordinary farmer's son.
"Of course, it's useful."
