The group following her went from initial confusion to later amazement; if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe anyone could be so skilled at learning to speak.
The street wasn't even halfway down yet, and she had already learned most of the local dialect, it was simply miraculous.
Ling Chengyan glanced back at them, and the group shivered in unison, scattering like birds and beasts. Even the company commander was leading by example; if they couldn't learn and keep up, they couldn't blame anyone else.
When the group returned with their hands full of food and playthings, they saw Ling Chengyan sitting next to an elderly lady, between sixty and seventy years old.
The old lady wore a sky-blue blouse with embroidered edges, dark blue wide-leg pants, her pointed feet tucked into embroidered shoes, and two beautiful plush flowers adorned her hair bun, unexpectedly adding to her vibrant and pleasant aura despite her white hair.
