"Of course!"
"Aunt, you don't need to worry at all."
"A fallen family of mud-legs who got lucky, with a history of only three to five hundred years. Do they really think they're someone important?"
Zhou Lingyun snorted, his words sharp.
"My Zhou Family is an Immortal Cultivation Clan from the Central State! And no matter what, Aunt, you are a Legitimate Daughter of the Zhou Family. How can we let them degrade you like this?"
He had also vaguely heard the rumors circulating outside.
In his heart, he knew there was likely some truth to the gossip about his aunt, Zhou Yi—that she was an arrogant, domineering, and venomous shrew who had secretly harmed the younger generation of the Shen Family.
Such things...
...were perfectly normal for a noblewoman from a great clan.
But so what?
'We are an Immortal Cultivation Clan from the Central State!'
