The Immortal Maiden had been watching Bai Ye for two nights straight.
She was certain the little girl had something to do with the Laurel Tree Ancestor — probably some fragment of the ancestor’s consciousness attached to her.
A laurel supposedly planted by the Ying Tian Immortal had forty thousand years to grow; that was more than enough time for a tree to gain sentience.
After all, even when the Time Immortal hadn’t fully ascended yet, she often split off a body to act on her behalf.
It was the same principle.
But Bai Ye was not merely the Laurel Tree Ancestor.
That much the Immortal Maiden was sure of, though she hadn’t yet figured out the details.
“小阳子 isn’t clever enough, she still needs my guidance,” the Immortal Maiden said happily, shaking her head.
Lu Yang really could not do without her as his strategist.
“Then again, that little girl doesn’t mean any harm to Little Yang. If she’s harmless, do I need to meddle in Bai Ye’s affairs?” the Immortal Maiden mused.