Under Ying Ying's scorching gaze, even Li Ye found it somewhat hard to withstand. He hurriedly said, "I am devoted wholeheartedly to cultivation and have never intended to become Dao companions with anyone.
That is true now, and it will remain true in the future.
Sister Ying Ying is my elder. Please stop teasing your little brother."
In his view, a rejection had to be clean and decisive, lest ambiguity leave behind further trouble.
Yet Ying Ying seemed as though she had been struck by lightning. Her body trembled, and even her lips turned somewhat pale.
"Elder..."
Ying Ying swallowed with difficulty, her smile more painful than tears.
"Haha... yes."
"Fellow Daoist Chen, you and I are elders now as well."
Chen Mo, standing beside them, nearly burst out laughing. He knew that his fellow Daoist Ying Ying cared especially deeply about her age.
Though as a member of the Ying Dragon Clan, her lifespan was several times greater than that of ordinary cultivators, she cared so much about age.
No one else dared mention age in front of her.
Yet what Li Ye had said was the truth. A Golden Core cultivator in his twenties calling a Ying Dragon over a hundred years old "sister"—wasn't that exactly right?
Such sincere words, yet each one a knife thrust, left Ying Ying unable to voice her suffering.
Li Ye found it strange and looked at his Third Senior Brother in confusion, only to discover that his Third Senior Brother's face had turned red from holding back laughter.
Seeing Li Ye's clear, puzzled gaze, Ying Ying could no longer hold on. Afraid that he might bring up age again, she hurriedly changed the subject:
"I went inside to investigate just now."
"There was... Yangs Sha inside."
Li Ye and his Third Senior