"Then speak. I'm listening."
For someone as aloof and prideful as Master Xueyin, she deeply disliked the way Zhiran spoke to her.
Unfortunately, the situation was entirely against her. No matter how displeased she felt, there was nothing she could do.
"J-Junior, you already know who I am, right?"
Master Xueyin sighed softly and finally began to speak.
"I am Venerable Xueyin, a former Mahayana Realm cultivator from the Central Continent."
She deliberately emphasized her words while stealing a glance at Zhiran, hoping to see even the slightest change in his expression.
Unfortunately for her, there was none.
'Tch… this guy clearly doesn't believe me at all.'
Xueyin inwardly gritted her teeth.
That reaction, or rather, the lack of one, was exactly what she had expected.
After all, to someone like Zhiran, the Mahayana Realm was nothing more than a distant legend.
