"Mu Chen, didn't you say you had things to do? Can we go now?" Wan Xian'Er's calm voice came from behind him. Mu Chen turned his head and was surprised to find that when she stood up, she was nearly as tall as he was—even slightly taller than Mu Bingling.
'What a trick of fate,' he thought. 'She should be a nearly perfect woman, but her lack of experience makes her seem so out of place in that body.' Mu Chen had thought about it all night and had finally come up with a single sentence to describe Wan Xian'Er: it was as if a child's soul had entered the body of a fairy.
Shaking the stray thoughts from his mind, Mu Chen nodded. "Since you're ready, let's head for the nearest Empire."
Wan Xian'Er's small mouth parted, a hint of curiosity in her sharp, cold eyes. She asked casually, "The Fenglan Empire? I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before, but I can't quite remember."
