Qinghu didn't answer the Paranoid's question, instead she glanced at Granny Jia, then faintly furrowed her brows.
Granny Jia watched them chatting; she originally didn't plan to butt in, but that one look made her a bit displeased.
"Qinghu, your wings have gotten tough, huh? What's with that frown?"
Out of the three Supremes here, she was the only one who knew Qinghu—the other two had been in abnormal states for the past two hundred years.
"You are…" Qinghu's brows tightened again before she tentatively asked, "No way, you're… Senior Shui Qing?"
"If I'm not me, who would I be?" Jia Shuqing gave her a helpless look, but didn't say more.
Yet Qinghu's gossip radar was triggered, "Weren't you… weren't you…"
"Everyone says I'm gone, right?" Granny Jia shook her head indifferently. "I just hate trouble and went into seclusion for some peace and quiet."
