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“Ms. Wei, um... may I ask a question?” After a moment of hesitation, Lan Jingyi cautiously broke the silence.
“Sure,” I replied, maintaining my composure as I looked at him.
“Is your master someone who has attained immortality? Is the so-called otherworld actually the legendary realm of immortals? The techniques you use aren’t ordinary spells, but true immortal arts, which is why they differ from ours?” He hurriedly voiced his numerous questions in one breath.
I was taken aback, not expecting him to think that way.
“No, that’s not it,” I couldn’t help but frown in rebuttal. “At least, I don’t think so. Immortals should possess an ethereal and unattainable aura, right? But my master doesn’t give off that kind of vibe at all. Besides, shouldn’t immortal realms be filled with golden light and stunning scenery? Although the illusion has its strange flowers and unusual plants, it is an eternal night!” No immortal realm would be so dark and devoid of light.
“Eternal night? It’s hard to imagine a place without the sun rising... Ms. Wei, if you don’t keep track of time, how do you manage your daily routine?” Lan Sizhui asked.
“Well...” I slowly raised my gaze to the empty sky, dotted with a few stars. “In the illusion, there is a transparent clock in the sky that chimes at regular intervals. One chime signifies ‘awake,’ and another signifies ‘rest,’ cycling back and forth like that.”
“Wow...” Both of them displayed expressions of surprise.
“What kind of person is your master? Is she very old?”
“She changes her appearance according to her mood when she goes out, so she has many looks, but her true form is quite young. However, I don’t really know her actual age.” An Yeh actually looks younger than I do now... I felt it was better not to reveal such a big truth.
Perhaps because the two elders who usually kept watch were not around, once they started talking, all their concerns gradually faded away, and they couldn’t help but ask more questions.
It’s natural for people to be curious about unknown things, especially for boys their age. I responded as best as I could while avoiding any information I couldn’t disclose to satisfy their curiosity.
“Ms. Wei, since you have been nurtured by Master An Yeh and guided by Master Song, which one do you personally lean towards more?” Lan Jingyi asked.
“Well...” I tilted my head and pondered for a moment. “To be honest, I believe Master Song is more deserving of respect. But if there were conflicts between the teachings of the two...” I paused slightly and said softly, “I think I would still prioritize my master.”
"Eh? Why?" Lan Jingyi's face showed an unexpected disappointment.
I raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. "Because she is our Master."
After all, the system is paramount!
Both of them fell silent for a moment, their expressions complex in response to my words.
"Um... Ms. Wei," Lan Sizhui hesitated, perhaps trying to break the heavy atmosphere and shift the focus. "This might be a bit abrupt, but may I ask... what was the ending of that story from last night?"
"...What?" I was initially confused, then my eyes widened in shock.
Wait, was their hearing too good? Or was my voice really that loud? How could it have carried outside the cave?!
"Yes, yes! Your voice was too muffled for us to hear clearly, so I didn't catch everything. What happened at the end of that story? I'm really curious!" Lan Jingyi couldn't help but chime in.
"...I'm really sorry for disturbing you..." I said, feeling a bit embarrassed as I rubbed my face.
I had only been telling a very ordinary story to A Qing... Was it the echo in the cave that amplified my voice?
"No, no, it wasn't noisy at all. It's just that the content of the story was so engaging that we couldn't help but listen..." Lan Sizhui said with a shy smile.
"Exactly! It was hard to hear anything from outside the cave. I even thought about sneaking in to listen, but Si Chui stopped me, so I missed out on the rest!" Lan Jingyi complained with a hint of regret.
"Jingyi, your behavior was a bit out of line," Lan Sizhui gently reprimanded.
"But it's really quite intriguing!" Lan Jingyi retorted unwillingly.
...Well, thank you for your support! I looked at them speechless.
After a moment, I cleared my throat to interrupt their back-and-forth.
"Since it's still early, how about I start from the beginning again?" Since they were interested, it would be a good way to pass the time; otherwise, it would be awkward for the three of us to sit in silence, staring at each other.
"Sounds good!" The two of them agreed in unison.
"However..." I smiled leisurely at both of them and suggested, "It might be a bit dull if I’m the only one talking. Why don't we take turns sharing a story instead? What do you think?"
***
A long while passed, and Wang Xian still hadn't returned.
After taking turns two or three times and reaching a pause in our stories, Lan Sizhui suddenly said, "Ms. Wei, it's getting late. I think you should rest first; Jingyi and I can keep watch here."
"Well, my schedule hasn't adjusted yet, so it's not quite time for me to sleep... How about we switch? You both rest while I keep watch?" I proposed.
"Ah... that might not be good..." Lan Sizhui said with a troubled expression.
"Speaking of which, Ms. Wei, what was your schedule like on Wailing Hill?" Lan Jingyi asked.
"Um... I'm not entirely sure myself, but according to Master Song, it should be active during the late hours and resting at dawn," I replied. In short, my days and nights were reversed.
During the journey, I couldn't help but feel drowsy, but now I was wide awake.
"Huh? Work at noon and rest at dawn? You're even more exaggerated than Senior Wei!" Lan Jingyi exclaimed, taken aback.
"After all, the night is when vengeful spirits are most active, so I have no choice but to go along with them," I replied with a nonchalant smile.
"Regardless, you should rest for a bit. You've traveled all day; you must be tired. A little rest will help you regain your strength for tomorrow! This isn't Wailing Hill; there's no need to be so vigilant," Lan Sizhui advised gently, pulling a thin blanket from his pack and handing it to me. "Here, it's late and damp; be careful not to catch a chill."
"Uh..." His words made me feel a wave of fatigue wash over me. After being on edge for so long, I really was a bit tired. "Thank you, then I'll gladly accept."
Taking the blanket, I walked over to a tree and habitually unstrapped Fenghua, cradling it in my arms. I wrapped myself in the blanket and leaned against the trunk to rest.
With my eyes half-closed, I quietly observed the interface floating in the void, silently examining the changes in my identity section.
Rather than saying it was a modification, it felt more like many details had been added during the process of answering questions that hadn't existed before. Although the basic settings remained unchanged, there was now an abundance of information, even memories that hinted at images that had never been there before.
So these... are they memories belonging to the original owner of this body? Or are they just what one might call "settings"?
...Never mind, overthinking won't help.
In any case, it's still the same old saying: take it one step at a time!
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