A flicker of helplessness crossed Shui Yun's calm eyes.
"I'll leave when you've reached your father's realm."
Aunt Lian had a fiery figure, but her voice was as cold as ice.
Tang Wen caught a whiff of her perfume and sensed something was off.
'This woman's tone is cold, and she hasn't spared the Gang Leader a single glance.'
'Besides, isn't the Gang Leader her father?'
'The Gang Leader is right here!'
'Under normal circumstances, shouldn't she have said "reach the Gang Leader's realm"?'
'She's being so blunt. Looks like those two have some history.'
He glanced at the hem of Aunt Lian's dress one more time before decisively looking away.
'What a shame.'
'To think she's the Gang Leader's woman.'
'Or at least an old flame.'
Tang Wen kept his eyes fixed forward.
Shui Yun, seemingly unable to command this Aunt Lian, shook her head gently. "I'm not a child anymore."
"Until you reach the Divine Martial Realm, you're still a child."
