"Senior Sister, what are you doing?" Song Yinghan snapped back to reality, finding it both amusing and exasperating to look at Shen Qinghan.
This girl was crouching in front of her like a little dog, staring at her intently.
"Junior Sister, I have a question."
"What question?"
"How old are you?"
"I think I'm around twenty-eight."
Song Yinghan was quite curious why her senior sister suddenly asked such a question. For cultivators, age wasn't really an essential issue anymore. She had pretty much frozen her appearance, aging very slowly, and with the occasional use of spiritual pills for maintenance, she looked as fresh and rosy as ever.
Unexpectedly, Shen Qinghan asked softly, "I'm not asking about your age. I'm asking about how big this is."
