The woman before him was thin and had a rather pretty face, but perhaps due to excessive grief, her eyes were red and swollen, and her complexion looked haggard.
When this strange woman abruptly approached, Yang An subconsciously took two steps back and watched her warily.
However, he didn't sense the aura of a Cultivator from her; she was just an ordinary mortal.
At the same time, the woman's actions drew the attention of passersby, but most of them looked on with indifference.
Perhaps having seen too many such scenes, people merely watched coldly from a distance or simply walked away. No one approached.
"Miss... you have the wrong person. I'm not who you're looking for."
Yang An said, his tone polite.
"No, Immortal Master! I saw it just now, you used Magic! You must be the Immortal Master from the Demon Ban Association they told me about! I'm begging you, please help me! Save my brother!"
