Shu Yan's gaze swept across the group in turn before finally settling on Luo Qinghan, who remained as aloof and mysterious as ever. A trace of surprise uncontrollably surfaced in his eyes.
As though she had noticed the slight oddity in Shu Yan's gaze, Luo Qinghan slowly turned her wheelchair around. Without drawing attention to it, she tugged at the hem of her skirt beside her and was about to speak when a figure clad in a golden gown stepped in front of her.
Shu Yan withdrew his gaze, somewhat surprised, but his attention was quickly drawn to the golden-haired woman before him.
The golden-haired woman first turned around and whispered a few words to Luo Qinghan. Seeing that Luo Qinghan gave no response, she turned back helplessly, a seductive smile blooming on her face as she said with a smile:
"Hello, little brother. My name is Tian Ling, and I'm Qinghan's older sister. You must be that genius with an ultimate martial soul, right? Tsk, tsk. Wang Lin and the others said you were even prettier than Qinghan. I didn't believe them at first, but now that I've seen you... you really are a handsome little fellow so beautiful it's ridiculous..."
Shu Yan's expression stiffened slightly, but he soon smiled helplessly. Looking at Tian Ling with amusement in his eyes, he said softly:
"You flatter me, Auntie. At most, I look a little like a pretty boy. As for competing with girls over who's prettier, I really have no interest in that."
At Shu Yan's form of address, Tian Ling's face visibly darkened. A hint of killing intent entered her gaze as she looked at him, and her fair fists clenched tightly. She then said irritably:
"Don't call me that, little friend. I'm only seventeen, right in the bloom