Facing the peasant woman's doubts, the heroine maintained an expressionless face, and said indifferently, "Take the elixir back and have your daughter take it, then you will know if it's useful. Additionally, if I'm not mistaken, your daughter is probably suffering from leukemia."
"Ah! How do you know?"
The peasant woman exclaimed in shock.
"I guessed."
The heroine didn't seem to want to explain; she stuffed the elixir into the peasant woman's hand and continued to gaze at the big tree, somewhat lost in thought.
The peasant woman looked at the elixir in her hand, stunned for quite a while, her face showing a glimmer of hope as she placed the elixir into her bag.
Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from the side and snatched away her elixir.
"Ha ha, what kind of dogshit is this? Do you locals use this method to promote the sacred tree and then swindle money from outsiders?"
