"No need to apologize," Tang Qinghe said with a feigned mature and magnanimous air, waving her hand dismissively. "If it weren't for that collision, I might have died already. So, I should be the one thanking you."
"It was you who called me 'big brother,' wasn't it?" Ye Fei rolled his eyes again but didn't apologize this time. Instead, he smiled and said, "It makes sense. You do look younger than me. Calling me 'big brother' is only fitting."
"But I'm already over a hundred and thirty years old, and you're not even sixty. Even if you saved my life, I can't call you 'big brother'!" Tang Qinghe retorted, not willing to back down.
Despite being a genius cultivator at the Great Perfection stage, a rare talent in the True Emptiness Realm, she was like most women—those who were younger liked to act mature, while those who were older liked to act younger.
