Laughter echoed through the great hall.
Beibei's words were not wrong either, for rarity made things precious. It was a good thing this child understood so much, and studying truly proved useful. An Qing was also very gratified, feeling her tutoring over the past few days had not been in vain.
Old Master Qin returned home fully satisfied, not forgetting to ask Ling Yun before leaving whether he still had any of that wine that tasted insanely good.
Ling Yun shook his head. He could not let this fellow drink the Immortal Brew, as giving it to him was simply a waste.
When Ling Yun returned to the living room once more, the little one had already run upstairs and even taken his phone, though goodness knows what she was up to.
On the second floor!
The little one's eyes darted around mischievously as she casually dialed a strange number.
"Hello..."
"You? Who is this?"
"I am the Little Immortal, and I can grant you a single wish!" the little one said in a milky, childish voice.
"Lunatic, get lost."
The man on the other end hung up directly, his tone carrying more than just ordinary anger.
The little one: "..."
She was not about to give up so easily, and pressed another unfamiliar number—a completely random choice.
"Hello, I am Aladdin's Lamp, and I can grant you one wish."
"Heh, liar. I won't fall for that."
The other side hung up again!
The little one: "..."
She simply wanted to grant someone a single wish, so why was it proving to be so difficult?
After dialing a few more wrong numbers, a female finally answered.
The little one opened with her previous line, stating she wanted to grant the other person a wish.
"Are you telling the truth? You