Yu Qiaoxi had always been annoyed by people who only spoke half-truths.

In her previous world, anyone who left sentences hanging would have to endure a few magical missiles from her.

But times have changed, and she was no longer the grand mage who roamed the magical continent with impunity. So when the immortal in her dream merely said "good," she quickly pressed on, "What is it? Please, senior, enlighten me."

The next words from the dream immortal left Yu Qiaoxi's mind in a whirl.