ψ(｀)o Take a Seat and Serve the Dishes
"??"
Lin Daiyu was slightly taken aback by her words, a flicker of confusion and curiosity passing through her eyes.
So she thought it over, then hurried a few steps to catch up and asked softly:
"Master, what exactly are you going to teach me?"
"Why..."
"Are you so sure I'll regret it?"
As her disciple—and an ordinary person who had been frail and sickly since childhood, and hadn't even completed the process of drawing qi into her body—she truly couldn't imagine what the connection was between cultivating immortal arts and regret.
"..."
Unfortunately, Annie refused to explain.
She merely hugged her Little Bear and rubbed him vigorously, her emerald eyes gazing at the distant, hazy night. In a wistful tone, with a hint of mischief, she murmured:
"You'll find out when the time comes. It'd be no fun if I told you now!"
() Heehee
As she spoke, perhaps to express some kind of feeling, the spiritual power around her suddenly surged. A thin layer of dancing, fiery-red flames silently ignited along the hem and cuffs of her gorgeous crimson cloud-patterned dress!
The flames gave off no heat and wouldn't burn her clothes, but they carried a spiritual pressure that made one's heart tremble.
At the same time, Tibbers in her arms seemed to be getting scorched by the flames, his fur glowing a fiery red. Yet he continued grinning dumbly with his stitched mouth, completely unharmed.
"!?"
Lin Daiyu was startled by the sudden flames and red streamers, and instinctively took half a step back.
Fortunately, once she saw that the flames posed no danger and that her master seemed to have acted without thinking, she managed to calm down a little.
Still, for some reason, she thought she'd glimpsed