Xiao Yue turned her head at the sound, only to see a young, fashionably dressed woman standing behind her, with a curious look in her eyes.
Seeing Xiao Yue looking over, the woman asked curiously, "Are you an immortal?"
"No, I'm just like you," Xiao Yue answered calmly.
Upon hearing this, the woman's face immediately wore an expression of "I didn't read much, don't try to fool me."
The Ten Thousand Soul Banner hanging in the sky, blocking out the sun, and the little figures darting in and out of the incense clouds, such a scene was right in front of her eyes. Was Xiao Yue thinking she was blind?
Yet, even though she was grumbling in her heart, she didn't dare to ask out loud or outright refute, and only swallowed her saliva quietly.
Calming herself, the woman took a deep breath and lowered her posture: "I don't know how I should address you?"
"My name is Yin Xingyue, you can call me Xiao Yue," Xiao Yue said.
"Uh…"
