In the starry sky.
An Ning noticed Xia Qiuer's gaze. Did this woman actually know she would come? Had Demoness Ji told her in advance?
An Ning took a single step and appeared beside the lake. Her sudden arrival drew gasps from the men and women present.
"What incredible footwork!"
"What a beautiful immortal maiden!"
The crowd stared at An Ning in amazement, looking her up and down with curiosity as compliments poured forth.
Soon, An Ning was surrounded.
Everyone there was curious about her. They asked whether she was Xia Qiuer's friend, where she came from, and whether she was a Saintess-level figure from some famous power.
Surrounded by a crowd of strangers, An Ning's brows gradually furrowed, displeasure flashing in her eyes.
These people were far too weak—not even immortals. Xia Qiuer was, after all, the Imperial Court's Saintess, a woman of exalted status. How could she mingle with a bunch of ants like them?
"Sorry, they mean no harm. They're just curious about you. I hope they haven't bothered you?"
Xia Qiuer stepped forward, wiped her hands on her apron, and smiled at An Ning's face, which bore a faint resemblance to someone from her past. She held out her hand. "Hello, I'm Xia Qiuer, from the Imperial Court. Just call me Qiu'er."
Looking at the jade-like hand extended before her, An Ning turned to Xia Qiuer and examined her closely.
Wearing a pink apron, Xia Qiuer had an indescribably adorable air about her. Her flawless face wore a smile that put people at ease, and there was not the slightest trace of arrogant pride between her brows.
Was she really the Imperial Court's Saintess? The daughter of the strongest person in the Low-Level Heavenly Vault?
To An Ning, it was utterly inconceivable that Xia Qiuer, with