Chapter 222: I’m here for directions.
"What the f..." Lee couldn’t resist, and blurted, noticing the resident.
A moment earlier the sound of cutting wood stopped, and he guessed the shack’s owner had noticed him. He got ready to greet the hunter residing here, either with words or, if needed, explaining the reason for the visit by hand signs.
What shocked him was that not a hunter lived here, but an old woman. She was barely five feet tall, slightly hunched, and dressed in worn linen rags. She currently carried a stack of firewood to her house, ignoring the approaching guest.
"Hi! Do you need any help with that?" Lee politely said. He didn’t want to impose and stay here – he offered assistance to the elderly purely based on instinct.
She paused in her step, said no! and walked in, leaving Lee awkwardly standing outside.
He thought for a moment, went over to the stream and washed himself. Then he roasted a piece of deer and had dinner.
The stupidest thing he could do was to try to pester someone who was living in the middle of nowhere. Obviously the person had to be eccentric in nature, more importantly, with how old she was, it was possible she wasn’t living alone. She also spoke the Unified dialect and that meant she could be a cultivator.
If she turned out to be a short tempered elemental lord, Lee wouldn’t even notice how he died, thus for the next three days he patiently waited until the owner of the shack decided to speak to him.
As expected, the day inevitably came.
"What do you want?"
Lee didn’t need to look at her to know how annoyed she was by his presence. The old madam came to get water, similar to how she had done during previous days, but this time spoke to him.