( ) Whispers Seem to Linger in the Depths of the Clouds
"??"
Ignoring the pain in his body, Lu Dayou hurriedly turned his head. Then he saw a certain troublesome little ancestor holding a strange fishing rod. She looked as if she hadn't slept all night and had just returned from sea fishing at the stern.
"A-Annie, Ancestor?"
"Why are you..."
Lu Dayou hurriedly asked, wanting to know why Annie had suddenly cast out her hook and dragged him back.
"..."
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Unfortunately, Annie wasn't in a hurry to answer. She walked over, removed the hook from his neck and reeled it back in, then went back to pick up her fishing basket. As for whether she'd caught any suitable sea fish or come back empty-handed, Lu Dayou had no way of knowing.
He simply waited with a puzzled expression, still asking why Annie had stopped him from going to help his junior sister.
"Don't go over there yet!"
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"She's cultivating that Purple Cloud Divine Art, and she's already breaking through. Don't disturb her now!"
(ì_í)
With that, Annie turned to head back with her fishing rod and basket.
Since they were sailing across the sea, the sun was too strong and harsh during the day, making it uncomfortable to be out in it. At night, though, it was different: cool and quiet. So she preferred to come out and be active at night, then sleep soundly in the cabin during the day.
Of course!
Whether at sea or on land, Annie the Great Immortal's schedule had been rather erratic lately. She mostly slept during the day and was active at night, like a nocturnal creature. The healthy routine she'd developed at Hogwarts had long since been thoroughly wrecked.
(...)
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"Huh?"
"She's breaking through?"
Lu Dayou looked