"My lady, is there really a country with such customs?" Once back at the bamboo courtyard, Ye Zi'an asked curiously, as he had never heard of it.
"Of course." Yang Chuxia laughed, "The world is vast and full of wonders."
"My lady knows a lot."
"Of course." Yang Chuxia's eyes rolled around as she said, "I've lived two lifetimes, decades more than you, wouldn't you say I know a lot?"
"Then my lady must be a demon."
"Pfft~~~" Yang Chuxia stepped forward, tugging at Ye Zi'an's sleeve and tilting her head to stare into his eyes, "Not quite a demon, more like a fairy, scared?"
"Heh" Ye Zi'an scoffed, "I'm not even afraid of Old Monster, that ancient turtle, you're only a few decades older, what's there to be scared of? Not even close to being an ancient monster."