Inside the hall.
Jiang Wantang and her five fellow sisters were still seated on the sofa, chatting.
As they talked, the conversation naturally turned to the only one of the Seven Senior Sisters currently absent—their Third Senior Sister, Luo Qingyi.
Ruan Mianmian sat on the sofa, cupping her baby-fat cheeks with both hands.
As she listlessly swung her short legs clad in white stockings, she sighed wistfully.
"Ah... if Third Senior Sister were in Linjiang right now too, all seven of us sisters would truly be reunited. How wonderful would that be!"
Ruan Mianmian tilted her head and looked at Jiang Wantang, who sat in the seat of honor, her large eyes brimming with confusion.
"First Senior Sister, where exactly is Third Senior Sister now?"
"Didn't she go down the mountain to gain experience ages ago? Why haven't we seen any sign of her even now?"
At that point, Ruan Mianmian's adorably muddled train of thought seemed to hit another snag.
She scratched her fluffy curls in distress.
"Huh?"
"Mianmian vaguely remembers... Master once mentioned that after Third Senior Sister went down the mountain, she seemed to have joined some incredibly powerful overseas assassin organization?"
"And she even became one of its leaders, right?"
"Ah... what was that organization called again? Why can't Mianmian remember all of a sudden?"
Seeing Fourth Senior Sister deep in thought with such an adorably dazed expression.
Bai Huamei could not help but chuckle.
The alluring woman in black stockings lazily leaned against the sofa backrest, crossing her long legs wrapped in black silk. Her red lips parted as she naturally picked up the conversation.
"It was Asura Hall."
Bai Huamei swirled the wineglass in her hand, her tone carrying a hint of reverence for the strong. "Third Senior Sister is the Chief First Elder