I thought to myself, Was it really that exaggerated? Grandma was only used to it. Wearing ethnic clothing while carrying a designer bag—what was the big deal? Grandma simply liked taking unconventional paths. When I was little and still knew nothing about luxury goods, that bag had looked much like the ones sold at roadside stalls. It was just covered in English, and to my childhood self, it was barely any different from a woven sack.
Of course, Grandma was now imposing and majestic. I couldn't expose her old history.
"Oh, no wonder. I was wondering why you were dressed so solemnly. That spirit will be in for it now!" Senior Brother Yan gave a thumbs-up, then quickly started shouting like a fan in a celebrity fandom. "Go, Senior Sister Zhou! We support you!"
Grandma shot him a disdainful look. That single glance contained a great many things, and I couldn't help snickering inwardly.
But jokes were one thing. When facing that spirit, Grandma was completely serious. In fact, this outfit might have been the one that allowed her to display her full strength most effectively. Every hand seal and movement used in chanting spells required a smooth, flowing rhythm and a well-practiced style to support it. This performance wasn't mystification for mystification's sake—it was deliberate.
Grandma slowly raised her head and said, "The Reincarnation Sea contains an inexhaustible amount of magic power. Neither of us can exhaust the other's strength here. Do you dare go up there and have a real contest? A loss is a loss, and a victory is a victory."
The spirit chuckled. "Why wouldn't I dare? If we fight to the end here, Your Excellency might not be able to swallow you, but once we go up there, that will be another matter."
A smile