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Ao Shuang looked Yun Bingxin up and down and giggled. "You came to report in as soon as you advanced. At least you know the manners expected of a junior wife. But as the senior wife, I still have something to tell you. Although our husband hasn't advanced yet, you mustn't compete with him for the Qingping Sword afterward. Remember that."
Yun Bingxin had indeed come to thank us, but her face fell at those words. She looked Ao Shuang over from head to toe as well. "You must have misunderstood something, fellow cultivator. I don't understand what you're talking about. But as for Fellow Cultivator Xia's wives, I imagine claiming the title of senior wife would be no easy matter!"
"You! You arrogant little brat! However you look at it, I'm your senior! How dare you talk back to me?" Ao Shuang snapped.
"There's no need to get angry with me, fellow cultivator. I'm merely telling the truth. I have other important matters to attend to. Fellow cultivators, I will certainly repay your kindness generously another day. I'll take my leave." Yun Bingxin smiled and cupped her hands, then floated into the air.
Although Sun Haicheng, Zheng Dan, and the others had no idea why Ao Shuang had started quarreling with Yun Bingxin, they all returned her salute. After all, there was no reason to lash out at someone offering a smile.
I silently cursed Ao Shuang for being so rash. With a sigh, I was about to say something to Yun Bingxin when an aura appeared within everyone's sensing range from far away. Yun Bingxin frowned slightly, but waited for its owner to arrive.
The newcomer wore blue robes. It was Lan Ziyun, who had fled earlier. Discovering that Yun Bingxin had successfully broken through to the