Ye Wanzhou was taken aback by the words, her hand gripping the boat pole.

"Dark-skinned, with calloused fingers, you've been making a living by the river since you were very young, haven't you? All alone?" Zhang Miaoyu's gaze swept over Ye Wanzhou. "Before I became an immortal, I was like that too. It was only by chance that I became an immortal."

Ye Wanzhou lowered her eyes, gripping the boat pole, unsure of where to place her hands due to her nervousness.

Zhang Miaoyu studied Ye Wanzhou for a moment, as if confirming something, before slowly speaking: