The rosiness on Han Shuang’s cheeks instantly vanished. A certain heaviness and vigilance set in instead. Her phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed to slits as she stared at the young man, trying to see right through him.

But no matter how incisive her glare, he remained entirely unruffled, his ironclad willpower immune to such intimidation tactics.

After a long moment, a drawn-out sigh finally escaped her lips.

“Elder Zhen Junior, are you genuinely willing to lay down your cards on the table? Tell me, why did you and your uncle join our sect? Don’t bore me with the same old...