"Fairy Jinghuan?"
Annie repeated the name in a murmur. Then she looked at the other woman again, a strange expression appearing on her little face.
"What a weird name!"
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"But it doesn't matter. You look older than me, so I'll call you Sister Jinghuan!"
She wasn't shy in the least. Just as she'd casually plucked fruit from someone else's tree, she now called the woman "Sister" without a second thought.
"As you wish."
Thankfully, Jinghuan didn't refuse. She simply nodded faintly.
"It is merely a Daoist title. Why fuss over it?"
Then her smile faded, and her expression grew solemn. She looked straight at Annie, as if trying to see right through her.
"..."
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Her gaze carried the scrutiny and authority unique to the mistress of the Grand Void Illusion. Ordinary people—or even ordinary immortals—would surely have crumbled under it. Annie, however, didn't care in the slightest and kept grinning.
"..."
After watching her for a while, Jinghuan seemed to realize she couldn't do anything to Annie—or perhaps that she couldn't see through her.
At any rate, she slowly began to speak.
"Come to think of it, there's something I've wanted to ask—"
"Annie, who are you, exactly?"
"Where did you come from?"
"And why did you interfere with the fates recorded in my register, even though they were already set in stone?"
"You should know that I oversee the entanglements of love and resentment between men and women throughout the world. The matter of the Crimson Pearl Immortal Herb was ordained by Heaven, yet you forcibly disrupted it. I..."
"I simply can't make sense of it."
Annie, however, acted as though she hadn't heard a word. She was reaching as far as she could toward the last few fruits on the little tree outside the pavilion.
So