Auntie?
Whose auntie?
Jiang Ling stood there, her mind utterly blank.
In all her years, people had cursed her, hated her, and hunted her down, but no one had ever called her-
Auntie.
She slowly turned her head toward the black-haired young man.
Black robes, a jade crown, a composed bearing, and a cultivation level of... Immortal King.
He still held his hands clasped in greeting, his expression earnest and his attitude respectful. He did not seem to be joking.
A trace of disbelief entered Jiang Ling's voice. "...What did you just call me?"
"Auntie."
As though afraid Jiang Ling might not understand, he added:
"You're my Third Uncle's cultivation partner, so naturally, you're my auntie."
Jiang Ling: "???"
Who told you I was his cultivation partner?!
She instinctively turned to glance at Si Shuo behind her.
Si Shuo's expression was even more spectacular than hers.
Shock, bewilderment, embarrassment, panic... all sorts of emotions flashed across his face in turn, while he remained utterly dazed.
Jiang Ling turned back and studied the young man before her carefully.
His eyes and brows did indeed bear some resemblance to the fool behind her.
She finally understood and pointed at Si Shuo.
"You... are his nephew?"
At those words, the minds of the onlookers, who had yet to recover from the shock of "Auntie," exploded all over again.
His nephew?
This Immortal King was that "personal chef's" nephew?!
That Mystic Immortal had a nephew in the Immortal King Realm?!
What kind of fantastical plot was this?
Si Chen nodded, his attitude still respectful, but his gaze had already passed over Jiang Ling to settle on the figure standing behind her, as dumbstruck as a wooden chicken.
"Third Uncle."
He waved at Si Shuo. "Long time no see."
Si Shuo stood behind Jiang Ling