Hearing the voice, Xu Qingtong scrambled up and hurried to the door.
"Third Senior Sister, please, come in!"
The visitor was none other than Du Siwen. Her hair was still tied in a high ponytail. She wore a fiery-red long tunic, moon-white trousers, and black boots, with a yellow silk sash around her waist that outlined her voluptuous figure to perfection. She looked as spirited and dashing as ever.
With both hands behind her back, Du Siwen sauntered in, tilting her head as she looked at Xu Qingtong.
"Oh! Little Junior Brother, you've grown up in the few years since I last saw you!"
Once inside, she did not sit down. Instead, she planted one foot on a stone stool and looked Xu Qingtong up and down with her big eyes. After a while, she raised her right hand and beckoned him with a finger.
"Come here. Let your senior sister have a look!"
Xu Qingtong approached, his face full of puzzlement. Just as he reached his Third Senior Sister, she suddenly punched him on the shoulder. "You brat! You went off gallivanting and didn't even take me!"
"Hiss..." The movement tugged at Xu Qingtong's wound, making him suck in cold breaths from the pain.
Du Siwen frowned and stared at him. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
"Yes! On my way back a couple of days ago, a Foundation Establishment cultivator slashed me with a sword. I nearly lost my life!"
"Ah! A Foundation Establishment cultivator? He didn't kill you?"
"What kind of thing is that to say, Senior Sister? Are you disappointed he didn't kill me?"
Du Siwen also felt that her words had been rather thoughtless, and she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment. A moment later, she turned serious again. "Come on! Let me see. Where are