Something even more shocking had happened then.
The sage stood up and slowly walked towards Shen Yanxiao. He bent his waist and lowered himself to her height as he looked at the little girl who still had her head down. He smiled as he said gently, "How old are you?"
Shen Yanxiao sensed the sage as he moved closer to her, but as an 'idiot,' she was not supposed to 'understand' the sage's question. Therefore, she continued to look at her nose with her head lowered. Everyone worshipped the sage, but she only thought of him as an influential 'conman.' As for the conman's expression of goodwill, she cared more about when he would leave so that she could have the chance to enter the palace and 'take out' the last batch of money to purchase the demonic cores.
If anyone knew about Shen Yanxiao's thoughts, they would probably jump out and strangle the ignorant fool.
