Before Zhao Yuan could finish his words, Zhang Yan reached out and pressed him down gently, smiling as he said, "Such a trivial matter, Brother Zhao, why take it to heart? If not for your younger sister, I might not have made it this far."
This was not an exaggeration. If not for Zhao Ying's commotion, Bian Qiao might not have sought him out at Thousand Feet Rock to cause trouble, Ai Zhongwen might not have come calling, and the twists and turns of fate—beyond mortal prediction—might never have played out.
It was unclear what crossed Zhao Yuan's mind as he sighed faintly and said, "That is Brother Zhang's propitious opportunity."
Zhang Yan frowned slightly. Zhao Yuan had always stumbled at the word "opportunity." However, since his prospects for cultivation were already dim, Zhang Yan refrained from commenting further and shifted the topic instead, saying, "Last time, Xuan Wen seemed to have seen your younger sister once at Dangyun Peak. May I ask what lineage she follows?"
