[Parallel Universes] [Urban Sci-Fi] [Fantasy Cultivation] [Primordial World] [Space-Time Administration] [Parallel Timelines]
Green grass sways by the cliff.
A woman in white stands with willowy grace, her sleeves fluttering.
She blends into the surrounding mountains and streams, like an immortal maiden.
She turns and smiles, then asks softly:
“May I ask, big brother, are you an immortal?”