Dan Wulan's cold eyes were like the deepest starry sky, carrying the chill of a frosty night and shining with brilliant starlight.
She looked indifferently at the sister who looked exactly like her and said softly, "What about the south side or the north side? Can't I come here?"
Dan Wuque blinked, the upturned tuft of hair on her head twirling as she pondered for a moment.
That's right! The Sword Sect is so vast; it isn't strange for her sister to appear anywhere.
"Of course you can come!" she chirped. "Sister, you really don't need to be so hostile towards the Fifth Elder. He's a good person. He taught me cultivation and guided me on my spiritual path."
Dan Wuque casually patted Dan Wulan on the shoulder.
She knew her sister had a bit of a cleanliness fixation, but the Fifth Elder was so good to her, and they were such staunch allies—as close as brothers who'd share anything—that she felt she should put in a good word for him and teach her sister some life and value lessons.
