In the private room.
Jii Xiaoyao glared with her beautiful eyes at the girl who looked almost identical to her, wearing an expression of dissatisfaction.
The look in her eyes and her words carried an undertone of frustration.
"Xiaoyao, don't think that just because your cultivation is higher than your sister's, and your talent is better, you can act without respect!"
Weng Xiaoran, carrying a big backpack, walked in, put it down, and sat down with a sigh of relief, appearing tired. She clung to Weng Xiyun, hugging her arm with a touch of coquettishness, saying, "Master, this girl is just so disrespectful. You really should teach her a lesson!"
"Sister? If you want me to call you that, no way! Unless one day your cultivation surpasses mine!"
Jii Xiaoyao pouted and sat on the other side of Weng Xiyun with a proud look, "Besides, you've already taken the surname of our Master. No matter how much we look alike, we seem to have no blood relation anymore!"
