"Your brother?" Ismei asked, puzzled.
Li Qianxia's tone unconsciously carried a hint of boastfulness, "With my brother around, even if the direct-line vampire baron you mentioned comes, we won't be afraid."
It doesn't sound very reliable... Ismei's gaze shifted to Yang Qinglan for confirmation.
"Not bad," Yang Qinglan commented nonchalantly.
"I'll remember that," Li Qianxia said through gritted teeth.
She allowed only herself to speak ill of her brother; anyone else who dared was an enemy!
"Lan... do you know her brother?" The old nun suddenly spoke up.
Yang Qinglan fell silent, recalling her status as the Holy Daughter in training.
The atmosphere inside the carriage grew subtly tense, the young nun looking around at the adults like a newborn fawn, her eyes lively and darting.
The Holy Daughter in training knows a man, and even thinks he's decent... Ismei couldn't wait to step out of the carriage and share this with her friend.
