At her words.
Jiang Yuechu, who had been about to make her move, paused slightly.
She raised a brow, seeming to have taken an interest.
"Oh?"
"Who is your senior brother?"
At the mention of her senior brother.
Junior Sister Xu, who had originally closed her eyes and awaited death, seemed to find strength from nowhere.
She abruptly opened her eyes.
Even though she was at death's door, even though her clothes barely covered her body.
At the mention of that name.
Her face was still filled with pride. "Hmph!"
"If I tell you... I'm afraid it'll scare the wits out of you!"
Junior Sister Xu lifted her head and shouted, "My senior brother is a true disciple of Jade Capital Tower! The foremost disciple of the Pure Yang Lineage!"
"The number one among the Eastern Region's younger generation... Wang Canglan!!!"
Within the Eastern Region, the three words Wang Canglan were like a blazing sun suspended overhead.
Enough to make any cultivator of the same generation bow their head.
After shouting that, though Junior Sister Xu remained curled up in the mud, her neck was held stiffly straight.
Her beautiful eyes stared fixedly at the black-clad girl before her.
As though she wished to see even the faintest hint of panic on that jade-cold face—even a trace of hesitation would do.
However.
The wind swept through the forest canopy, and fallen leaves rustled mournfully.
The girl merely tilted her head slightly.
In those indifferent eyes, let alone panic, not even the slightest ripple appeared.
She blinked, and there was even a hint of bewilderment in her expression.
"Wang Canglan?"
Jiang Yuechu smacked her lips, as if savoring the name.
Then.
She lowered her head, looked at the expectant Junior Sister Xu, and asked, "Who's that? Is he famous?"
"..."
Junior