Aunt Sang was also stunned, clicking her tongue and saying, "Beautiful, truly beautiful, more stunning than a celestial goddess descending to the mortal world."
Sister Hong walked in, carefully sizing her up, "I think your stage name should be Xiao Bai, how about that?"
"I think Xiao Bai sounds pretty good..."
Lin Zishuang found all of this utterly baffling. She had grown up among the Spirit Tribe—how could she possibly understand a place like this?
"I won't go by Xiao Bai. Where is this? I want to find my cousin. Where's Brother Ah Hu? Didn't he come to pick me up and take me home?"
"No rush. We'll send you home in a bit."
Sister Hong, fearing she might act out soon, exchanged a knowing glance with Aunt Sang.
Aunt Sang immediately understood and took out a bottle.
"Come now, stick out your tongue. I'll give you something good."
Though Lin Zishuang was not particularly adept at medicine, she was her grandmother's most cherished granddaughter.
