Senior Disciple Brother Niu Ben's disciple?
Yang Jian?
After hearing Bixiao's introduction, Yunxiao and Qiongxiao wore remarkably identical expressions.
First came surprise, then curiosity, and finally, an overwhelming delight and warmth.
"So you're Senior Disciple Brother's prized disciple! Quick, please come in!"
As the eldest sister, Yunxiao reacted the fastest.
A gentle smile appeared on her face, and the way she looked at Yang Jian was filled with an elder's affection and appreciation for a junior.
Qiongxiao was even more direct. She strode up to Yang Jian, circled him once, and blinked her large eyes without concealing her curiosity in the slightest.
"So you're martial nephew Yang Jian? You're truly quite handsome!"
"I'd long heard that Senior Disciple Brother had taken in a disciple of peerless talent. Seeing you today, your reputation truly does not precede you in vain!"
"With Daluo Golden Immortal cultivation, your foundation is terrifyingly solid. And this power of qi and blood about you—even the Great Witches of antiquity likely couldn't compare, could they?"
"Martial nephew, can you open the eye between your brows and let us see?"
Qiongxiao's questions came like a string of firecrackers, leaving Yang Jian unsure which one to answer first.
"Second Sister, don't be rude!"
Yunxiao shot Qiongxiao a reproachful glare, cutting off her "interrogation."
"Martial nephew has come from afar; don't frighten him."
She turned to Yang Jian and smiled apologetically.
"Martial nephew, please don't take offense. My second sister has always been like this."
"Your disciple Yang Jian pays his respects to martial aunts Yunxiao and Qiongxiao."
Yang Jian hurriedly bowed in salute, his manner respectful.
"Martial uncle, you flatter me. I dare not accept such praise."
"Ah, we're family. Why stand on ceremony?"
With a smile, Yunxiao helped Yang Jian up and led him into the Great Hall.