"Your master?"
(.)
Annie froze. The chopsticks she had just picked up stopped in midair, and a hint of surprise and curiosity flashed in her eyes.
"But... who's your master? Do I know him?"
(.)
"Why does he want to see me?"
(o▽)o
"Well..."
At Annie's question, the lame Daoist first looked troubled. His lips moved a few times as though he wanted to say something, but in the end, he shook his head and said with an awkward expression:
"Please forgive me, Great Immortal!"
"My master instructed me that you'll understand once you go see him in person."
"I..."
"I truly don't dare speak out of turn."
"Please don't ask me any more."
As he spoke, he once again bowed respectfully toward Annie, putting on quite a show of deference. It really seemed as if he had some secret he couldn't reveal.
"..."
Annie, however, wasn't buying it!
"Oh, is that so?"
()°
"Mm."
She grinned at him for several seconds, her emerald eyes glimmering as she watched him. Her expression was somewhere between a smile and a smirk, and no one knew what she was thinking.
"..."
The lame Daoist felt a chill run down his back under her gaze. Cold sweat beaded faintly on his forehead, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't dare reveal another word. He simply bowed his head in silence and waited patiently.
"..."
(ˉ▽￣~) Tch~~
A moment later—after roughly the time it took to drink half a cup of tea—Annie finally looked away. She stopped giving him a hard time and simply waved her hand, flatly refusing:
"Not going!"
"I don't have time! And even if I did, I wouldn't want to go!"
That's right!
It was one thing for the other party to act all mysterious and evasive, but the