The Little Immortal Aunt?
After hearing the Old Woman's words, Han Xin's first thought was that she had been tricked!
He grabbed the Old Woman's arm and said, "Old Woman, have you been deceived? What immortals could there be in this world?"
"Tsk—why would you say that?"
The Old Woman's expression turned stern. "You mustn't say such things in front of the Little Immortal Aunt. Come inside with me!"
Half-resisting, half-complying, Han Xin let the Old Woman lead him into the house, where he saw the Verdant Green Maiden.
The dark green little Jiao horns hidden among the Verdant Green Maiden's tousled hair had already receded. She sat quietly on the edge of the bed. When the two entered, her gaze fell on Han Xin, who was covered in dust, and she looked him up and down.
"Little Immortal Aunt, this is Han Xin."
The Old Woman had barely finished introducing them when Han Xin stepped forward and said, "So you're the one who tricked the Old Woman?"
The Verdant Green Maiden: "..."
"I was also saying, you must be the one who tricks the Old Woman into giving you pastries every day."
Han Xin's expression changed. He stammered, unable to get a word out.
Seeing the two glaring at each other like drawn swords, the Old Woman was about to smooth things over when the Verdant Green Maiden stood up and stretched.
Her sleeve slipped down, revealing a fair-skinned arm without a trace of injury.
The Old Woman stared, stunned. Inwardly, she marveled, Ah! The Immortal Aunt really is an immortal! It hasn't even been long, and an injury like that has healed all by itself!
The Old Woman hurried over with a bowl of water for the Verdant Green Maiden.
"Little Immortal Aunt, have a drink."
The Verdant