Guo Dong said, "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you throwing your weight around outside on the strength of my reputation. Now it seems keeping it from you all this time really was inappropriate, if it led you to entertain such absurd ideas. I'll make it clear today: you are a disciple of the Water-Moon Convent, not some rogue cultivator. If any other sect tries to snatch you up as a disciple in the future, just beat them away."
By now, He Zhan had gradually recovered from his shock. Her words left him feeling rather uncomfortable. What do you mean, throwing my weight around on the strength of your reputation? I didn't even know I had a relative, much less one who was a major figure in the cultivation world. Most importantly, even now I still don't know who you, my aunt, actually are!
At a time like this, there were naturally certain things he most wanted to know. He was about to ask when Guo Dong stopped him. "Don't ask me about your parents, because I don't want to think about it, nor do I want to talk about it, at least not now. As soon as you were born, I sent you to my martial niece Lanxi to raise. Just think of her as your mother."
Abbess Lanxi was an extremely renowned elder of the Water-Moon Convent, but she had suddenly disappeared several decades ago. It turned out she had gone off to raise a child.
Thinking of the old nun who had taught and raised him, He Zhan felt warmth rise in his chest, so he did not pursue the question. Yet more curiosity arose.
This aunt of his was actually a generation senior to Abbess Lanxi. Didn't that put her on roughly the same