Beside a shaded forest path, Nalan Xueyao puffed up her cheeks in anger, pouting her soft pink lips.
"You! It's all because Sister has protected you too well all these years. You've cultivated to the peak of the Immortal King realm, yet you're still an inexperienced young girl who knows nothing of the world! It seems my idea of passing the Investiture of the Immortals List to you was truly a mistake! ..."
Nalan Xueqing sighed, her tone full of disappointment.
Yet Nalan Xueyao refused to accept it. "Sister, what do you mean by that? I was just arguing with Chen Invincible on solid grounds! He made such excessive demands, practically wanting to devour us sisters whole without leaving even a bone behind. How could I possibly put up with him?"
"Smack!"
Nalan Xueqing flicked her younger sister's forehead with a jade-like finger.
Then, with a look of disappointment that steel had failed to become iron, she said, "Yao Yao, couldn't you tell that Chen Invincible was just teasing us? We were holding our cards close to our chests, and he was casually fobbing us off. Neither side had shown any real sincerity!"
"By taking out that peerless tea, Chen Invincible had already intended to make concessions and have a proper talk with us. But you... you even took the teapot away!"
Nalan Xueyao froze, then gave an embarrassed laugh.
Soon after, she huffed softly. "I don't care about any of that! This tea is tremendously beneficial to Sister's injuries, so we had to take it! He's a grown man—would he really haggle with two little women like us?"
Nalan Xueqing said gently, "Come on. Let's go back and talk..."
Seeing that her sister was reluctant, she could only sigh faintly. "Yao Yao, do you still remember the Soul Source