"How does one advance into the realm of mystery? Do you mean Alchemy?" Little Xiaotao looked suspiciously at the young man outside the painting.
Angel nodded.
"I don't have the authority to answer this question. Unless you come to Peach Heart Theater personally to find me, I can give an answer at my discretion... As I've said before, even invalidated questions count as questions, so even if I didn't answer your question, I still have to eliminate..."
As Little Xiaotao spoke, she watched Angel closely. More accurately, she was observing the threads of fate entwined around Angel.
Halfway through her sentence, Little Xiaotao's gaze suddenly focused, and the words she was about to say halted.
"Wait." Little Xiaotao squinted her narrow eyes, fixating on one thread entwined in Angel's fate: "Have you... refined a Mysterious Object?"
As soon as Little Xiaotao spoke, she denied her own words: "No, that refining attempt failed, but have you accessed the mysterious level?"
