Chen Lin had not waited long before a knock came at the door of his private room.
He immediately rose and opened it, revealing Zhu Qingyan's memorable face.
Her appearance had barely changed over the years. She was still just as stunning.
Her presence, however, had grown more powerful, carrying a faint sense of pressure.
Zhu Qingyan also looked Chen Lin over and raised an eyebrow. "You've changed quite a bit over the years, my friend. If I didn't still vaguely remember your soul's aura, I might not have recognized you. It seems you've been through a great deal!"
As she spoke, she walked into the private room without waiting for Chen Lin to invite her.
Her casual manner actually put Chen Lin at ease.
He smiled. "I'm merely a rogue cultivator. I can hardly compare with you, Senior Zhu. A life of toil and wandering is unavoidable. I'm lucky just to have survived."
Zhu Qingyan naturally knew how difficult life was for rogue cultivators, but she did not consider Chen Lin an ordinary one. Ordinary rogue cultivators could not reach the Chaos Pool.
Still, she did not probe further.
Instead, she said directly, "You saved my life, so there's no need to follow the Cultivation World's customary formalities. Just call me your little sister."
Chen Lin hastily waved his hands.
"I wouldn't dare. If your clansmen heard about that, there would be trouble. How about this? Since you acknowledge me as an old acquaintance, I'll presume to call you a fellow Daoist. I simply cannot bring myself to call you little sister."
Knowing one's own place was a precious quality.
The two of them were not particularly close to begin with. If her cultivation had been similar to his, calling her little sister would have been harmless. But now