"Mount Cuiping?"
"Flame Immortal?"
The silver-armored Heavenly Soldier quietly repeated the names, then furrowed his brow and rapidly searched through his vast store of memories.
He didn't dare claim to know every famous mountain, immortal abode, powerful figure, or immortal official in the Three Realms, but he knew the general lay of the land—or had at least heard of most of them.
But he had never heard of any "Flame Immortal of Mount Cuiping."
"..."
So the way he looked at the little girl before him gradually grew strange. He was already fairly certain Annie was probably some obscure, low-ranking rogue cultivator from a remote region—or perhaps some reclusive old monster.
Still, even though his mind was full of doubts, he didn't dare make rash judgments or act recklessly in the face of Annie's inscrutable power. He could only stand to the side, torn over what to do.
"..."
( o▽o )
Annie had no time to pay him any attention. What concerned her more right now was the notice in front of her.
"So, can I take down this notice now?"
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(゜-゜)つ
She suddenly reached out a slender index finger and tapped the notice, asking again in that utterly confident tone, as though she were asking about something perfectly ordinary.
"Take down the notice..."
The Heavenly Soldier collected himself and managed to suppress his doubts. After a moment's thought, he cautiously asked:
"Dao... esteemed one, with your cultivation, you must know that Miss Lin's illness is strange and no ordinary matter!"
"Do you have any confidence in treating this 'soul-shaking' affliction?"
He seemed to be trying to sound her out. Quite a few renowned immortal physicians had already failed, and his superior had told him not to let any more random people bother the Lin Immortal Historian.
"..."