Philys met Lu Xing's gaze. He remained calm and composed, unafraid of a High Tower Mage's scrutiny.
"Are you not afraid of me?"
"What should I be afraid of?"
"I heard you cannot use magic?"
"Anne can. I cannot."
After several exchanges and a long look at him, Philys finally said leisurely, "Many years ago, I graduated first in my class from Imperial Capital Academy and received full marks in Soul Magic."
"Are you warning me?"
"No. I am merely stating a fact, to see whether you are afraid."
"You may have misunderstood something."
Lu Xing smiled. "When Anne and I switch, I am Anne, and Anne is me. I think that even if the Holy Light Goddess descended into the world, she would not be able to tell Anne and me apart!"
The beautiful souls inside the mirror from the Xianxia World had been unable to distinguish him from the Fairy, and he had used the Treasure Mirror as he pleased.
"You!"
Philys's eyes widened, as though she had heard something unbelievable.
Lu Xing had just been about to speak when he suddenly felt someone jab Anne's soft butt with another needle. He jolted and immediately reached down to cover it.
The room fell silent for a moment.
"...Goddess?"
Lu Xing tried asking. Clearly, it had been that petty Goddess who had pricked him.
Philys wore an odd expression. "You are the only mortal I have ever seen—perhaps the only one since the creation of this continent—who has been watched by a god and yet shown such disrespect toward one!"
"This counts as disrespect?"
I have never seen a goddess so narrow-minded!
Lu Xing thought to himself.
The Cold Ice Fairy he had met might not have been weaker than the Holy Light Goddess. Though the Cold Ice Fairy