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A woman nearing 40 who looks like she's in her early twenties, it's hard for many to believe when they hear it.
"You little scamp, if we go by ages in the Cultivation World, I'm only twenty-three or twenty-four, so don't think of me as the auntie type," Yiling said, watching her brother hoist his pants up high.
"..." Lin Zhenghui couldn't believe that a woman who practiced the Dao would say such a thing.
However, thinking about the way of Daoist martial arts, to follow nature and do as one pleases, her words weren't the least bit wrong.
"Yiling, how is my Spirit Vein?" Lin Zhenghui asked, pulling his gaze from the pair of Immortal Peaks above her neckline.
"If we say the average practitioner's meridians are as thin as hair, then yours are as thick as chopsticks," Yiling said, her expression instantly returning to normal.
Internally she wondered, "Has he really never cultivated? Why do I feel a faint trace of True Qi within him?"
