The shorty waited.
Her gaze remained fixed on the suddenly-appearing, outrageously wealthy-looking Immortal beauty before her, brows knitting tighter with every passing breath.
Then the beauty spoke.
"No matter how vast the heavens are," she sighed lightly, eyes drifting downward, "for your height and sight to be so short… it's truly disappointing."
She paused, tilting her head as if genuinely considering something.
"…Hmm. Maybe stretching your limbs physically would help."
The short one blinked.
"Oh!" the Immortal beauty continued brightly, snapping her fingers.
"I can even stretch them like noodles. Want to try?"
Silence.
Then—
Realization struck the shorty.
And the shorty's pupils shrank.
"Y-you—! You! Yu!"
Her voice cracked mid-sentence as her anger surged again.
No matter how much time passed.
No matter how terrifyingly beautiful the person before her had become.
Some things never changed.
And in Yu Lingluo's case.
It was her foul mouth.
