Shi Bingyun let out a chuckle, speaking only half a sentence and leaving the rest unsaid, her tone carrying a hint of mischief.0

Zhang Yuelu had already guessed her martial aunt would ask this, so she did not feel awkward and calmly replied, “We are indeed close.”0

“Close, huh?” Shi Bingyun clicked her tongue. “You’re an unmarried young lady. Why don’t you seem the least bit embarrassed? Normally, a girl experiencing this for the first time should blush, look down at her shoes, and fidget with her clothes, not daring to answer directly!”0

Zhang Yuelu thought for a moment and answered, “Because I’m a special breed?”0

Shi Bingyun had intended to tease her martial niece with this, but unexpectedly, Zhang Yuelu gave her no opening. She felt a little disappointed and joked. “You truly are a special breed. Who else could become a third-rank Youyi Daoist master and Deputy Hall Master before turning 30? In my generation, there was still a chance to fight for the position of Sage Cihang, but with you around, there’s not even a trace of suspense. The disciples in your generation must be crying their hearts out for losing that chance!”0

Zhang Yuelu smiled without responding and walked toward her seat.0

As a third-rank Youyi Daoist master and a young talent...0