Senior brother?
A mere ant at Fetal Breathing Perfection Realm?
As she sized up Shen Chongxu, who was walking over at a measured pace, Qiuming Water's brows knitted tightly.
And Shen Chongxu seemed to notice her reluctance as well; he smiled faintly and said, "If junior sister feels embarrassed to call it out, there's no need to shout 'senior brother'."
At these words, Qiuming Water immediately sneered back, "What do I have to be embarrassed about? It's you—only at the Fetal Breathing Perfection Realm, yet being called 'senior brother' by me, a Purple Mansion Perfection cultivator. Don't you feel ashamed?"
Facing her slightly mocking question, Shen Chongxu's mood remained excellent.
"If I were like you, born into a grand Upper Sect, cultivating for more than a hundred years, with resources and cultivation techniques free for the taking, I'd hardly be weaker than you."
Qiuming Water curled her lip at his words, taking them as sophistry, and didn't bother arguing.
