"If it was for money, I wouldn't have come. You offer me much more. Let's go, take me inside to have a look," Tang Feng said.
"Follow me," the woman led Tang Feng into the cabin.
Upon entering, he found it tidy and not messy or run-down, though there was a strong medicinal odor, and there was only one room, split into a living room in the front and a bedroom in the back, with two wooden couches placed together.
Looking at the small wooden house of less than twenty square meters, Tang Feng fell silent. He had never imagined that even in the Immortal Realm, an immortal could be so poor.
Especially seeing the woman lying on the couch, who was nothing but skin and bones, Tang Feng felt a jolt in his heart. This woman truly had nothing left but a layer of skin, and he could no longer remain indifferent.
Seeing the daughter next to her, Tang Feng felt a sincere respect welling within him. To still not give up in such circumstances was an affection that inspired immense admiration.
