"By the laws of this sect, I am a Third Generation disciple. Which means, technically speaking, you and I are peers."
Elder Qin choked on a breath of freezing air. The reminder of her new, absurd rank hit him like a physical blow.
"But rank aside," Ji'an continued, her voice slipping into a smooth, devastatingly reasonable tone of a PR manager doing damage control. "Let's look at the facts. Wangchen and I are sworn brothers. We went through the entrance exam together. We fought a ghost cultivator together. Is it so scandalous for a brother to bring another brother a hot meal?"
She tilted her head, a patronizing, entirely fake smile spreading across her lips.
