The woman looked to be in her teens, wearing the unique clothing of Wu Miao girls, and had strings of silver bracelets on her wrists. When she raised her hands in surprise, the silver bracelets collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Seeing the person next to Jiang Si, she swallowed the rest of her words and looked at Jiang Si with suspicion.

Jiang seemed to have an idea and whispered.

They speak the Wu-Miao language.

The girl exclaimed "Ah!" and immediately bowed to Jiang Si. She looked extremely excited and spoke a series of words in Wu Miao language.

Ah Man was confused after hearing this. He turned to look at Jiang Si and suddenly found that the temperament of his very familiar master had changed.

If Jiang seemed like a casual and relaxed noblewoman from Beijing when she entered the shop, now her expression was cold and reserved, like a snow lotus flower blooming on a snowy mountain, with boundless tranquility in her eyes.

Ah Man couldn't help but cover her mouth, thinking: The master is trying to fool people again, it's a pity that she can't understand what this little bitch is saying, and can't help the master at all!

It's not easy to be a maid. Not only do you have to master the techniques of murder and arson, but you also have to learn foreign languages...

The girl stretched out a hand and made a gesture to invite Jiang Si to come in.

Jiang Si nodded slightly and walked inside under the guidance of the girl.

Seeing Ah Man was about to follow, the girl stopped and said in the Great Zhou language: "Please stay."

Ah Man glared and said, "I want to follow my master!"

The girl shook her head repeatedly to refuse.

Jiang Si wanted to get information from the Wu Miao girl, so he naturally didn't want anything to go wrong. He gave Ah Man a look and said, "Ah Man, just wait here."

"But--"

"Don't worry." Jiang Si gently touched the pouch on his waist.

Ah Man breathed a sigh of relief.

Now I remember that the master always has some Ecstasy Powder in his pocket, so it's a piece of cake to deal with this little girl.

After walking around the counter and entering a small room inside, the girl immediately knelt down and bowed deeply, calling her the saint.

Hearing the girl's call, Jiang Si sighed a little.

Having lived as Saint Asan for several years, she learned a lot of the Saint's habits from Elder Wu Miao and Asan's personal maid. She never expected that they would come in handy now.

Jiang Si had never thought that a nameless shop on the same street as Lu Shengxiang was actually opened by a Wu Miao woman. It was as if there was always a hand in the dark pushing her to have an intersection with the Wu Miao people.

This thought made her feel a little uncomfortable.

The events of her past life were a thing of the past as her misunderstanding of Yu Qi was resolved, and she didn't want to bring up those unpleasant memories again.

"Saint, aren't you practicing in seclusion? Why are you here?" the girl asked in confusion.

They just returned to their tribe and heard from the tribe members that the saint had been in seclusion and had not appeared in public for a long time.

Jiang Si frowned slightly and glanced at the girl.

The girl immediately bowed her head and apologized.

“There are some things you don’t have to ask.”

The girl agreed, thinking to herself that it was no wonder that the Saint had not appeared for a long time, it turned out that she had come to the capital of the Great Zhou for something.

Jiang Si asked slowly in Wu Miao language: "Did someone buy a Heart-Inspiring Dragon from here not long ago?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded: "Yes."

"Tell me the details."

The girl recalled for a moment and said, "More than a month ago, a lady came into the store by accident. Seeing that I was from Southern Xinjiang, she asked me if I had a Heart-Seal Dragon and said she was willing to buy it for a large sum of money..."

Jiang Si frowned and said coldly: "There is a rule in the tribe that we cannot give the Guinea worm to outsiders at will, and the Yinxin Guinea worm is not an ordinary Guinea worm. How can you get it with your identity?"

She acted like a saint, which frightened the girl so much that she kowtowed repeatedly.

"Please forgive me, Saint. I really have no other options. Hua Xuan was seriously ill at that time and needed money to buy expensive herbs..."

"Where did you get the Imprinted Pig?"

In Wumiao, although it is common for women to use dragons, some special dragons are difficult for ordinary people to obtain, and the Yinxin dragon is one of them.

Jiang Si has lived in southern Xinjiang for several years and is very clear about this.

"The Yinxinzhu belongs to Hualien..." The girl knelt on the ground, trembling.

For the Wu Miao people, the elders and saints have supreme status and cannot be offended.

Jiang Si immediately became suspicious of the girl's grandmother.

The fact that he could possess the Imprinted Heart Dragon indicated that he had a special identity in the Wu-Miao tribe.

Given the girl’s age, it is unlikely that she would have any contact with Princess Rongyang, so what about her grandmother?

"When did you come to the capital?"

The girl hesitated.

"Um?"

"The bitch came to the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty at the beginning of last year."

Jiang Si looked at the wax-dyed curtain leading to the lobby of the shop: "This shop opened at the beginning of last year?"

The young girl did not dare to hide anything and said, "The shop has been open for many years, and Hua Chuan came to the capital of the Great Zhou more than ten years ago."

More than 10 years ago...

Jiang Si's heart moved.

The Heart-Marking Dragon is not easy to come by. More than ten years ago, her mother was imprinted with a Heart-Marking Dragon and died. Could it be related to the girl’s grandmother?

Seeing that Jiang Si looked thoughtful, the girl didn't dare to say a word. She just looked at her quietly, her eyes full of admiration and curiosity.

The Saint is the most beautiful woman in the Wu Miao tribe, and also the one with the highest talent in practicing supernatural arts.

She could only look at the Saint from a distance before, but she never thought she could be so close to her now...

The girl's face flushed with excitement and her eyes sparkled.

"Do you know the exact time?" Jiang Si asked.

The girl lowered her eyelids and shook her head: "I don't know exactly when, I haven't asked Huabian yet."

"Where is your flower box?" Jiang Si decided to meet the real owner of the shop.

The girl immediately said, "Hua Lu is not feeling well and is resting in the back. I will ask Hua Lu to come see you."

"Well, go ahead." Jiang Si said in a light voice, without any politeness at all.

She was well aware of the status of the Saint in the Wu Miao tribe.

If it were in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Wu Miao Saint would be equivalent to the crown prince. The Saint is the one who supports the future of a tribe with her own talent and hard work. The Wu Miao people's love and respect for the Saint is beyond words.

In comparison, the Crown Prince was left far behind. I don't know how many people in the Great Zhou secretly called the Crown Prince a fool.

The girl bowed and left, and Jiang Si waited quietly.

The small compartment was filled with a faint herbal aroma.

It was a smell that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

The curtain flickered, and Ah Man quietly poked his head out: "Master——"

"Go out and tell Long Dan not to worry about me."

Apart from the Wu Miao elders, it would not be easy for other Wu Miao people to make things difficult for her.

Jiang Si still remembered the praise she often received from the Wu Miao elders when she was practicing the magic in southern Xinjiang.

The Wu Miao elder even lamented that if he didn't know that she was from the Great Zhou, he would think that she was the chosen saint of the Wu Miao tribe.

Ah Man retracted his head, leaving only the wax-dyed curtains swaying gently.

Soon, footsteps were heard, and the girl supported an old woman and walked in from the door leading to the backyard on the other side.

"Greetings to the Saint—" an old voice sounded.

Jiang Si turned his head and looked at the old woman.

The old woman looked at her in the same way.

Unlike the girl's respect, the old woman's eyes were filled with scrutiny.

Before Jiang Si could speak, the old woman's expression suddenly changed, and she shouted angrily in Wu Miao language: "You are not a saint!"