Immortal Examination

"Hehe!" Hou Mingyue's laughter echoed through the moon-kissed courtyard, a melody woven from starlight and mischief.

"You want to take part in the immortal examination, aren't you?" His eyes, like ancient constellations, bore into Naihua's soul. The question hung in the air, delicate as a dew-kissed petal.

"Yes," Naihua confessed, her voice a whisper carried by zephyrs. The immortal examination—the gateway to fountain palace —beckoned her like a siren's song.

But Hou Mingyue was not one to yield easily. "What's the point of this immortal examination?" His tone, half-teasing, half-curious, danced on the precipice of revelation.

Naihua's wings fluttered, her resolve unyielding. "Shameless immortal," she shot back, her words a comet's tail. "You don't have to be interested in this thing. Let me go—I want to prepare." She turned away, her heart a tempest of determination.