"We are all leaders of the Sanctuary. Equals in discussion."
"My real name is 'Zhi Yan,' you can call me Aunt Yan, or Sister Yan."
Upon hearing Zhi Yan's words, Qiu Tu blinked and then transmitted his voice, "Not calling you Heavenly King is fine."
"But... Aunt Yan, Sister Yan, I really can't bring myself to say it."
He deliberately glanced up and down at Zhi Yan and then said, "If it weren't for feeling it's too abrupt and impolite, I'd actually call you 'younger sister.'
Qiu Tu's words, although somewhat flattering, had to admit Zhi Yan was indeed very beautiful.
Perhaps because she was a High Order Catastrophist, although she could be an aunt to Qiu Tu, her skin was as delicate as a maiden's, smooth and flawless. Her slender eyebrows seemed artistically drawn by the finest brush, lightly raised at the ends, exuding an air of mature allure.
