"!!"
"You!"
In an instant, Lin Ruhai felt a nameless fury surge to his head, and the veins at his temples began to throb.
Though his rank was not particularly high, his authority was considerable. He had held a position of power for many years, and even though people in Jiangnan had repeatedly opposed him, no one had ever dared mock him to his face like this.
If not for the restraint he had cultivated over the years and his worry about his daughter's illness, he would have lost his temper on the spot.
So he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger. Then, with his brows drawn together and an involuntary chill creeping into his voice, he tested her once more:
"Well..."
"How confident are you that you can treat this condition, fellow Daoist?"
He seemed to want to see whether Annie could offer any sensible explanation. If she could convince him, he would take her to his daughter's bedroom.
"Confident?"
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(゜-゜)
At his question, Annie wrinkled her dainty nose, seeming to think very little of it. She pursed her lips and said:
"Why would I need to be confident?"
(｀)
"Isn't this the kind of thing anyone with hands can treat?"
(~￣▽￣) Tch~~
Yes, to Annie—the Flame Immortal—there was no such thing as an incurable illness in the world. Never mind something as simple as a disturbance of the soul. Even if Lin Daiyu were dead and reduced to ashes, Annie could bring her back!
That was how things worked, and it was the truth. But other people did not see it that way.
In any case!
Her utterly matter-of-fact, nonchalant, and haughty attitude made Lin Ruhai laugh in anger, while Jia Yucun, standing nearby, could only watch with a twitching eye.
"..."
"..."
Lin Ruhai