In all her years, Mist Ancestor had never seen anyone this bizarre. Was she even human?
Lu Yin hurried forward to stop Big Sister. "Sis, what are you doing?"
Big Sister exclaimed, "Little Seven, what are you doing here?"
Lu Yin was helpless. "Sis, this has nothing to do with you. Go back for now, or come with me to the Heaven Sect and let's have a chat."
Big Sister rolled her eyes. "Get out of my way. Nothing to do with me? How can you even say that? I'm their ancestor—the Nether Ancestor."
"The Nether Ancestor?" Mist Ancestor cried out, losing her composure.
Big Sister looked at Mist Ancestor, her eyes lighting up. "What a pretty girl." She excitedly turned to Lu Yin. "Little Seven, is she your woman? Nice work."
Lu Yin hurriedly covered Big Sister's mouth. Mist Ancestor was one of the Nine Mountains Eight Seas. Even now, he still addressed her as senior and wouldn't dare act disrespectfully. Big Sister, on the other hand, said whatever she liked. Wait, why didn't Mist Ancestor's soul-shaking aura affect her? Anyone else, even Half-Ancestor Kui Luo and Third Uncle, had felt inferior the first time they saw Mist Ancestor. Big Sister hadn't reacted at all.
Mist Ancestor either hadn't heard her or hadn't quite processed what she'd said. She stared strangely at Big Sister. "The Nether Ancestor?"
Big Sister slapped Lu Yin's hand away and stood tall. "That's me."
Mist Ancestor looked at Lu Yin as though he were an idiot.
The Nether Ancestor? What a joke. Even people of their generation had regarded that figure as a legend. Not that the Nether Ancestor was as unbelievable as legends like the Death God, but she had lived so long ago that, even with proof she'd existed, few people would