I heaved a deep sigh, lamenting that the world was no longer what it once was; everyone around me seemed so burdened by their own reputations. Once the crowds had dispersed, Senior Sister Wang and her companions hurried over, fussing over me with concern. There had been so much going on that I’d forgotten to ask Senior Brother Tianjianzi why he had reserved a front-row spot for Senior Sister Wang in the Jian Sect’s ranks, so I simply asked her directly.
Senior Sister Wang answered with equal frankness. "In the Cultivation World, this is no secret. While not common knowledge, the higher-ups are all aware: your master, Wang Baijian, is my father. I am your genuine Senior Sister. The 'Auntie' Baihua you address is my mother. The core disciples of the Jian Sect all know my status; I am, for all intents and purposes, a direct descendant of the Jian Sect."
No wonder Senior Sister Wang had been inexplicably and excessively caring toward me—she really was my own senior sister. Perhaps because the senior brothers who came before me had all sacrificed their lives for our master, all that affection had been funneled onto me alone. Truly, the predecessors plant the trees and the descendants enjoy the shade. I silently paid my respects to those fallen brothers; they were indeed models of virtue, sacrificing themselves to illuminate others.
Chapter 447