Was it you that night?

Shen Zhiyao’s heart softened at the sight of such a cute and obedient sister. She stepped forward and took her sister’s soft hand, "It’s like this, you were drunk yesterday, weren’t you? Before Mr. Wuya left, I specifically asked him whether he saw you as a woman or a Sect Disciple. Guess how Mr. Wuya answered?"

Shen Qinghe immediately replied, "There’s no need to guess, Mr. Wuya definitely sees me as a sect disciple. Everyone knows Mr. Wuya has no interest in romantic affairs, so how could he possibly see me as a woman? In Mr. Wuya’s heart, there is no distinction between male and female cultivators."

Seeing her sister’s demeanor as usual, Shen Zhiyao suddenly felt that her worries had been unnecessary—this girl simply didn’t regard Mr. Wuya as a man.

She chuckled, "Yes, that’s exactly how Mr. Wuya answered. By the way, what kind of man do you like? I’ll help you find him."

"I don’t even have enough time for cultivation, where would I find the time for men? Elder sister, instead of having all this time to think about this and that, you should focus on your cultivation. My cultivation base is about to catch up with yours, elder sister, so you should put your mind on the righteous path, right?" Shen Qinghe said and then took out an elixir and brought it to Shen Zhiyao’s mouth.

With a wooden face, Shen Zhiyao swallowed the elixir, thinking to herself that she had worried needlessly.

At that moment, neither of the Shen sisters expected that the drunken murmurings of Shen Qinghe the day before had been spread by someone with intent, causing quite a stir.

It was only when Shen Zhiyao and Shen Qinghe arrived at the Sword Practice Field that they realized something was amiss. As soon as they saw Shen Qinghe, many people crowded around her, asking if it was true as the rumors said that she had slept together with Dongfang Wuya.

Shen Qinghe’s face turned pale and she instinctively looked towards Shen Zhiyao.