"There's no need to thank me. I am very clear that you are definitely not a scout."
Upon hearing An Jing's gratitude, from behind the teahouse, within the shadows, an old lady sitting behind the counter laughed, "Wang certainly has no ill intentions toward you, but he is overly responsible and easily deceived by others."
"However, listen to an old person's advice... if possible, you should leave as soon as you can. Ming City is no longer a blessed land these days."
An Jing lowered his gaze, well aware of Granny Huai's confidence. It came from her realization that he was not truly from Dust Li. Since this was the case, he definitely wasn't a Northern Barbarians scout.
But a Da Chen person disguising as a Dust Li, this fact was even more suspicious, so why didn't she mind?
The identity of this old lady was also quite mysterious.
"Anyway."
An Jing repeated, "Thank you for speaking up for me. I'll be careful."
"Also, the flavor of your milk tea is truly excellent."
