Qing Limò seemed about to continue, but Yun Shangxian furrowed her brow, so she could only decide not to explain. The reception room fell silent for a moment.
"Oh, I forgot to ask—just now, you said I looked like your wife. Do you still dare say that again?" Yun Shangxian suddenly broke the silence on her own.
I looked at her and could only say, "Of course I can. The inheritance of the Nine Sons of Innate Attributes isn't found only in the Land of the Nine Immortals. Naturally, it's impossible for there to be no similar people. If you look like my wife, what's strange about that?"
"Then who's prettier, her or Auntie Yun?" Qing Limò hurriedly asked.
I burst out laughing helplessly. Only a young girl would like making comparisons like that. But beauty was in the eye of the beholder, so I naturally replied with a smile, "My wife, of course. She's prettier, and she has more bearing."
"What!?" Qing Limò shot to her feet, her face full of disbelief. Even Yun Shangxian giggled, evidently not believing me either.
"What? Don't tell me you think I'm lying to you. Don't worry, I have no intention of competing with her in beauty, much less showing you what she looks like." I smiled.
"Hmph, you're just being annoying on purpose!" Qing Limò said, somewhat dissatisfied. Looking at her puffed-up appearance, I felt that she was a little more willful than Zhao Qian. At least in my mind, Zhao Qian had always been the accommodating type.
"You know quite a lot about the Nine Sons of Innate Attributes. But what you probably don't know is that not one of us here is a true Innate Nine Son. No matter how compatible we are with this path, we're still acquired sons