Wang Yulong sized up Ye Ling'er and smiled slightly, "I suppose this young lady is the Holy Daughter Ye Ling'er of Floating Mountain, carrying the Dao Ding?"
"I'm not the Holy Daughter..."
Ye Ling'er smiled awkwardly.
Although she joined Floating Mountain and carried the Dao Ding, she wasn't the Holy Daughter.
First, because her sister-in-law was the previous Holy Daughter, she didn't want to take over that position.
Second, the Holy Daughter has many responsibilities, and Ye Ling'er was too lazy to bother with them, so she told Ji Ziqing she wouldn't be the Holy Daughter.
Floating Mountain took great care of Ye Ling'er, knowing she was Ye Xuan's younger sister.
"Not the Holy Daughter?"
Wang Yulong was taken aback, not expecting this, and apologized, "I was presumptuous."
Ye Ling'er quickly waved her hand, "No, no."
"And this young brother is...?"
Wang Yulong turned his gaze to Ye Xuan beside Ye Ling'er.
"He's my brother." Ye Ling'er couldn't hold back her words.
