"That's how it happened. It wasn't that I didn't want to tell you-I simply didn't have time."
"If there's anything you still don't understand, ask Father yourself."
"But he's sleeping right now. Wait until he wakes up, or go shake him awake yourself."
Zhao Chongxu waved a hand.
The Eldest Princess had taken in so much information at once that it took her several long moments to process it.
She couldn't help circling Yang Ling a few times.
Yang Ling couldn't help looking her over several times, either.
What he had just learned was truly shocking.
It looks like the Eldest Princess won't be born for another few years. But back in the Intermediate Divine Guard Bureau Dungeon, my sworn brother never told me Master had a daughter, either.
Yang Ling mused inwardly.
The Eldest Princess suddenly stopped. She glanced at Ji Tianming and the White Bone God Lord nearby, then at Zhao De, who was sleeping soundly in his rocking chair.
Finally, her gaze returned to Yang Ling.
"So what my brother said is true? You're actually our senior brother?"
"That's right."
Yang Ling nodded.
"You certainly put on a convincing act before. I never noticed the slightest hint.
"But if you studied under my father, that would explain it."
The Eldest Princess looked thoughtful.
Yang Ling paused.
"What grade is your cultivation, exactly? If even my brother has to call you his senior brother, your cultivation ought to be higher than his. Are you First Grade?"
The Eldest Princess continued.
"No, I'm only Upper Third Grade."
Yang Ling replied.
"An Upper Third Grade could beat Ning Xiu that badly and even summon the Azure-Faced Arhat to help? Do you know who the Azure-Faced Arhat is?"
The Eldest Princess frowned.
"The Rong Martial Emperor's ninth son. Master told me."