Moreover, what bewildered Sinafa was that the other party had used an honorific.
"Lady Sinafa."
The voice was steady and gentle. Sinafa froze for a moment, feeling that it sounded strangely familiar, as though it belonged to... A figure flashed through her mind.
"No, how could that be?" Sinafa shook her head. Hadn't that fellow left Gloomlight Mountains with Sanders back then? How could he possibly be here? She had to have misheard.
Perhaps because her mental power was currently damaged, her ability to receive information from the outside world had plummeted, causing her to mishear even others' mental transmissions.
"You're the shopkeeper that succubus mentioned?" Sinafa pondered. She did not know where the other party was, but since he could hear her speaking, his mental perception had to be nearby.
The other side remained silent for a long time—so long that Sinafa thought she had hallucinated earlier—before she heard the transmission again.
The formerly steady voice suddenly became evasive, carrying the air of someone trying to cover up what was already obvious.
"How could that be? Heh heh, Lady Sinafa must have misheard." A string of dry laughter followed.
Sinafa did not dwell on the emotion in the other party's words. Instead, she was once again stunned by the "honorific." When he had called her "Lady" before, she thought she had misheard, but now that he called her that again, there was no way she could mistake it.
Could her earlier guess have been true?
"You are... Angel?" Sinafa murmured in a doubtful voice.
A decisive and unhesitating mental transmission fell into Sinafa's ears. "Yes."
"It really is you?" Surprise and suspicion flashed through Sinafa's pupils. Still unable to believe it, she hurriedly pressed on, "Didn't you leave with Phantom Demon while you were in Gloomlight Mountains? Why are