That might have been true, but coming from this guy's mouth, why did it carry such a bluntly honest flavor?
Wang Li threw an arm around Chen Zui. "Come on, come on. I'll introduce you to my sister."
Before long, Chen Zui was brought to another corner of the cell, where he met the "sister" Wang Li had mentioned. "It's you—the Nascent Soul cultivator."
The female cultivator froze for a moment. She had not expected to meet one of the three people who had saved Wang Li here. "Hello. My name is Yun Zhilan."
Chen Zui looked at the two of them. "You don't look like real siblings." Their names did not match, their faces did not match, and neither did the way they conducted themselves.
"How can you talk like that? Sister Lan is my real sister from different fathers and mothers. Is that not allowed?" Wang Li was someone who clearly distinguished gratitude from grudges. Yun Zhilan had once saved him, and he had wanted to repay her life-saving grace, willing to let her command him as she pleased. But Sister Lan had refused him, saying she had only helped on a whim and wanted nothing in return.
He had been moved by Sister Lan's noble righteousness, so he had followed her to Pingshui City. Yet... he had capsized in the gutter. He simply could not swallow that humiliation. He cultivated desperately only to kill Huang Qixuan, but had still fallen victim to the other man's poison.
Chen Zui: ...He really did not understand their complicated relationship. People from different fathers and mothers could still be real siblings?!
"My name is Chen Zui."
Chen Zui was certainly a common surname, but very few people named themselves Zui. An ordinary surname paired with an unusual given name, along with