When a "Sea King" is Bound to a System [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 52.2.1

“Senior Sister, I finally see you!”

Before Fu Ning could stand still, she was embraced. The other person’s eyes were red like a little rabbit, and her face was full of joy when she looked at Fu Ning, a sharp contrast to the frosty expression in Fu Ning’s memory.

She couldn’t use magic on Mount Sumeru, otherwise she would certainly give this person, whom she had remembered for tens of thousands of years, a proper greeting.

“Chanyue, what trick are you playing now?”

Jiang Yan was violently pushed away, falling to the ground because she wasn’t prepared. She was a little bewildered. Was this still her Senior Sister who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside?

The face was the same, but the feeling she gave off was completely different. Her Senior Sister’s coldness was feigned; the coldness of the person in front of her radiated from her very bones.

Her eyes were full of suspicion and scrutiny, as if Jiang Yan were a criminal.

“Senior Sister, I’m Jiang Yan. Don’t you remember me?”

Fu Ning froze for a moment when she heard the name, then sneered: “Divine Venerable Chanyue, long time no see. You are still as good at lying as ever.”

First, she lied about being besieged by the Divine Realm, and now she’s pretending to be ignorant and naive, using the same old trick to gain her trust?

Heh, she truly lives up to her name.

Jiang Yan heard the name “Chanyue” again and felt extremely unhappy. It was one thing for others to mistake her, but how could her Senior Sister not tell the difference?

Furthermore, her Senior Sister seemed not to remember her at all, only remembering that woman named Chanyue, which made her even angrier.

“I told you my name is Jiang Yan—Jiang as in ginger, Yan as in fireworks. I am not Chanyue, not Chanyue, not Chanyue!”

She repeated the important part three times.

Fu Ning’s eyes held ridicule, and a mocking curve played on her lips. She leaned in close to Jiang Yan. “What proof do you have that you are not Chanyue?”

Jiang Yan frowned slightly. How was she supposed to prove that? But seeing the scorn in Fu Ning’s eyes, she felt she couldn’t swallow her anger.

Before Fu Ning could straighten up, Jiang Yan hooked her arm around her neck and kissed her.