The little girl seems quite annoyed.
Ding Ling is puzzled:
"My cultivation and techniques have strengthened, so hearing you speak is normal, right? Why do you look so troubled?"
"Not normal at all."
The little girl said crisply:
"My mother said that ordinary immortals can't hear me speak. But you can hear. How strange!"
"Immortals?"
Ding Ling was surprised: "Who is your mother?"
"You've seen her."
"I've seen her?!"
Ding Ling was confused.
"The Celestial Maiden that was reflected from the stone monument image a few years ago is my mother!"
The girl's voice is soft and crisp, like a cute two or three-year-old's talking, even with a nasal tone!
When she mentioned her mother, the girl's voice was full of longing and attachment, almost tangible.
"A few years ago?"
Ding Ling remembered:
"Is she the remarkable beauty buried with the Celestial Ladder, who planted the Immortal Tree seedling and erected the stone monument?!"
"That's her."
The girl's voice had a hint of joy:
