"Hey, Lele, you—"
Anle turned her head and said, "He Yusheng, you go back to your room first. I have something to talk to this man about. I'll talk to you after I'm done."
He Yusheng paused for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, you can talk." This man is quite remarkable; he knows everything about this matter. We need to have a serious talk. If he accidentally reveals the truth about the ancient tree, he and Lele will be in deep trouble.
The most important thing right now is to calm this man down. Although he doesn't know how this man found out about the ancient tree, he thought he and Lele were quite discreet in their dealings. He didn't expect this man to know about it. This man also seems very mysterious, and he doesn't know who he is.
Although the man seemed intimidating, Lele was not someone to be trifled with either. Thinking about everything that had happened to him after meeting Lele, He Yusheng went back with peace of mind.
Anle led his people back to their room, making sure all the windows and doors were closed and that no one was eavesdropping. Then he leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and stared at Xianji with a blank expression, conducting the businesslike negotiation.
"Speak up, you've dug up so much about me, and you've come to me of your own accord. What's your purpose? What do you want from me?"
Since we've been caught red-handed, there's nothing we can do but try to figure out a way to get rid of them.
However, this person in front of me seems rather difficult to deal with.
Xianji stared intently at Anle, watching her furtively peek out, then furtively close the windows and doors, looking like a guilty thief.
"If you're afraid of being found out, why do you do such a thing? What do you need that ancient tree for?"
Anle frowned.
"What do you care what I use it for? Just tell me your purpose. Did you come to me wanting to take that ancient tree back?"
Xianji lowered his eyes and said, "That ancient tree has existed for thousands of years. It has been there since the day I was born, even longer than I have existed."
As Anle listened to these words, she felt increasingly uneasy. She pondered them over and over, and it seemed as if the man was telling her that he had lived for thousands of years.
If it had lived for thousands of years, wouldn't it be an ancient monster?
Is this guy some kind of monster?!
Anle stared at the man with a strange expression and took another careful look. Although the man seemed to be surrounded by an ethereal aura, his face did not look like that of someone who had lived for thousands of years. He looked to be at most 20 years old.
"Um...may I ask your age, sir? Cough...it's not appropriate to ask like that. Um, how old are you, sir?" Anle swallowed hard, asked, poured himself a cup of tea, and tried to calm himself down.
She felt that this man was acting a bit strange.
"I don't remember, but it's at least a thousand years old."
"Pfft—" Anle had just put a cup of tea in his mouth when he heard the sound and spat it all out.
What? !
Anle paused for a moment, picked at her ears, and thought she was hallucinating.
"Did I...did I hear that right? Qian...Qian Sui? Or are you just teasing me?" Anle put down her teacup, stood up from her chair, and circled around Xianji, examining her again.
"Brother, is there something wrong with you here?" Anle pointed to his temple, asking the question, but in his heart he was certain—
She was certain that although the man did have an ethereal appearance, he was mentally ill.
With a melancholy gaze, Xianji looked down at Anle, who was not even as tall as him, and said, "That ancient tree you dug up—"
Anle raised his hand to stop him, "Brother, stop talking." "I'm sick, I'm sick." Scratching his head, Anle was a little embarrassed.
Why is this man circling around her instead of stating his purpose directly? What is he trying to say?
With a sigh, An Le slumped back into her chair, feeling utterly exhausted. She secretly pondered how well she could kill this man; he seemed like someone not to be trifled with.
"What do you really want? Money, or something else?"
Xianji stared at Anle for three seconds, then said, "I want you."
"Heh, I didn't expect that not only does the young master have a problem with his head, but he also has this kind of fetish? A pedophile?" Anle twitched the corners of her mouth, twisted her little face, and secretly made up her mind that no matter how difficult this man was, she would still kill him.
"How did you obtain your spiritual power?" Xianji's gaze was unfathomably dark, as if he wanted to pierce through Anle's entire being.
"Huh? What... thing?!" Anle was dumbfounded.
Looking at Anle's bewildered little face, Xianji's pale eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.
"The thunder above the Tang family mansion was caused by you. How did you do it? To be able to do that, you have an extraordinary ability to communicate with heaven and earth. This is something only those who cultivate spiritual power can do."
At least within this Apocalypse, only I possess such power.
Anle's face stiffened. How... how did she do that?
Of course, she did it with the help of the system's pastoral space, but how could she possibly tell this man?
"Oh, you mean this? I don't know either. I can do it if I want to, what's the problem?" Anle picked his nose and answered with feigned calmness.
"Impossible. In this world, besides me, only a celestial maiden who can communicate with heaven and earth can do it. You are not a celestial maiden."
"Hey, you're really contradicting yourself. Just now you said that within the Heavenly Revelation, only you could do this, and now a celestial maiden has appeared. Who else will pop up in the next few weeks?"
“It is indeed possible for a celestial maiden to achieve enlightenment through cultivation, but it would take a thousand years. Our current abilities are certainly not sufficient to reach that level,” Xianji explained, staring at Anle and asking word by word.
Who exactly are you?
Anle was startled by this question, her heart pounding, especially as those eyes seemed to see right through her.
I always felt like those eyes could see a hole through me.
Licking his lips, Anle stiffened his neck and scoffed, "Who am I? You know even what I've done, so can't you find out who I am? If you're so capable, go find out for yourself."
"That ancient tree you dug up—"
Anle rubbed his forehead in exasperation. "No, brother, no, big brother, I beg you, please just tell me why you're here."
"What are you dawdling about here for? What good will it do you to find out who I am?"
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