"That's good."
As the man let out a sigh of relief, he spoke with an admiring tone.
"What worried me the most was whether your accent would give you away, but to think the real you speaks Mandarin so fluently. The stiff accent of 'you' being treated as a guest on this side, it's all an act, isn't it? Impressive."
In comparison to a woman's status in the world of the Spiritual Communicator, "being fluent in a language" clearly wasn't considered "impressive," and if someone with intentions heard it, there might even be a hint of mockery.
However, the man on the other end of the phone sounded very sincere, which easily gave a good impression.
"I have spent some time in South Yunnan... um."
Auntie Guo's cool voice stopped, and she let out a pained grunt.
Like something alive, the blue veins crept down the woman's forehead to the surface of her eyeball that was rolling back, as if something underneath the eyeball's tissue was wriggling and rolling in the brain's cortex.
"Pur."
