Autumn Cold Supreme giggled. "Young Friend Yang Chen, you may not know this, but my disciple is Daoist Bai Xing. I often heard Bai Xing speak of you, especially about how, in the Great Secret Realm, you saved Bai Xing and everyone else. Bai Xing told me every last detail. And you even found divine fire for Bai Xing, despite that mule-like temper. If I, as the master, did not thank you, it truly would be inexcusable."
"What!" Yang Chen stood dumbfounded. "Your disciple is Daoist Bai Xing?"
Th-this-this.
Daoist Bai Xing had lived for hundreds of thousands of years. Did that not mean Autumn Cold Supreme had lived even longer?
Autumn Cold Supreme smiled brilliantly. "What, do you think this old woman has lived far too long? Don't despise me for being old. Even now, I still haven't found a dual cultivation Dao Companion, hehehe. Meanwhile, Young Friend Yang Chen, you married at such a young age. You truly make others green with envy."
"That is only because Senior Autumn Cold has devoted herself wholeheartedly to the Dao," Yang Chen said with a smile.
Autumn Cold Supreme gently shook her head. "Yang Chen, don't call me Senior. You may know Bai Xing, but at my age, if you still address me so bluntly as Senior or old woman, wouldn't that be far too dull?"
Yang Chen did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Old woman was a bit much. In truth, the higher the cultivation of these women, the more flavor they possessed with age—an ethereal air, as though they did not partake of the smoke and fire of the mortal world.
Most experts had their own peculiar preferences. Since she did not like being called Senior, he would not call her that. "Then how should I address