"Sister, sister, this looks so pretty."
"Jing Yun! I've told you not to call me 'sect leader' in the secular world, you should call me 'sister'."
"Such a hassle," Jing Yun pouted. "I have to call you 'senior brother' on the mountain and 'sister' down here. You are my senior sister after all, why keep switching identities? Jing Yuan, senior sister!"
Jing Yuan sighed softly, walked up, and pinched Jing Yun's ponytail. "You just never listen."
"I won't listen! Sister, this is so pretty, I want to buy it."
Jing Yun pointed at a hat in the shop window, shiny and pink, a perfect fit for a young girl's heart. The woman she called Jing Yuan, an elder sister figure, indulgently led her into the store. In short order, they came back out, and the expensive pink duckbill cap was already on the pretty little girl's head.
