Late at night, in one of the Han Clan's daughters' boudoirs, two sisters who looked seventy to eighty percent alike leaned against the headboard, cuddling together.
"Sis, is that Elder Xiao you mentioned really that strong?" Han Xue's eyes sparkled. When she heard that Xiao Jin had slaughtered the entire Black List while only at the Dou Wang realm, she became so excited that she nearly jumped out of bed.
Her slender nightdress could barely conceal her graceful figure. The young girl's chest rose and fell, and a thin sheen of sweat covered her fair cheeks, making her skin look especially crystalline.
"What? Have you fallen for him?" Han Yue could not resist teasing her younger sister.
Han Xue pouted coquettishly. "Sis, don't tell me you haven't!"
The Han sisters both had a strong admiration for power. Although Han Xue had never met Xiao Jin, she had automatically filled in the details from her sister's few words, imagining a perfect figure that met all her standards.
Han Yue's expression dimmed slightly. "So what if I have? Someone like Elder Xiao isn't someone we can covet."
"Huh?" Han Xue was stunned. She knew her sister too well. Since childhood, Han Yue had always been the most talented person in the clan.
She had become a Dou Ling at such a young age. Although she could not compare with Elder Xiao, she should not have become this self-abased, right?
Han Yue's beauty could also be described as breathtaking. Her aura was like that of an icy snow lotus, and her waterfall-like silver hair perfectly matched the tastes of certain people.
Even Han Xue herself did not think she could rival her sister.
Yet such an outstanding elder sister had actually revealed such a lonely expression?
Han Yue let out a soft sigh.