At Ling'an Academy.
A female teacher in her seventies, though she looked only twenty-five or twenty-six, gazed helplessly at the young woman sitting in her chair. "You're really not looking to cause someone trouble? You can't go around doing whatever you please!"
"Oh, I told you I'm not! I'm looking for a friend!"
"Swear it on the Sword Master!"
"I swear on the Sword Master: if I'm here to cause trouble, may lightning strike the Sword Master dead! If the person I'm looking for isn't my friend, or if I record and leak anyone else's personal information, may lightning strike the Sword Master dead too! Happy now?"
Zhang Suannai lowered her hand impatiently.
"You're so annoying!"
"..." The teacher's mouth twitched. "Why does that sound completely unreliable to me?"
"How is it unreliable? I can't let the Sword Master of our Sword Sect get struck dead by lightning, can I? Besides, the venerable man is my master. You can't smear my good name out of thin air..." As she spoke, Zhang Suannai suddenly gave the teacher a worried look. "Say, Zhi Yan, when did you get so fussy? This isn't how a Sword Sect Disciple should act! Don't tell me working down the mountain for so long has rubbed off on you!"
"I want to beat you up!"
"Hey! Don't forget your place!"
Zhang Suannai had her doubts. She couldn't beat Zhi Yan either, so she puffed out her chest and declared with perfect confidence:
"I'm your martial aunt!"
"Oh, shut up!"
"Hey! Now that's more like it!" Zhang Suannai gave her repeated thumbs-ups. "That's exactly what a Sword Sect Disciple should say!"
"..."
"While you're at it, pour your martial aunt some tea."
"Tea, my ass. Haven't you found her yet? I'm telling you again: don't disclose anyone's personal