Lu Qingqing, as the leader of the Thousand-Faced Eight Immortals, always appeared the most mysterious and inscrutable.
Even her sisterhood knew nothing of her but her ruthless methods, utterly unaware of her agitated heart.
At this moment, her stomach was slightly empty, prompting her to remark lightly, "Why hasn't Third Sister returned yet?"
Her tone was devoid of any trivialities of life, yet oddly enough, she questioned about food.
For Third Sister had gone out to buy breakfast.
The Second Sister quickly replied, "Sister, I asked her to also inquire about Fourth Sister and Seventh Sister, which must have delayed her a bit."
Hearing this, Lu Qingqing closed her eyes, seeming to meditate, yet inwardly roaring—"Damn old hag, so old and still issuing orders, oblivious to who the goddess is. Can't even have a full meal, snooping around for your mother's sake!"
At this moment, Second Sister suddenly exclaimed, "What's that sound?"
