Looking at her brother who didn't seem like any extraordinary creature, Luo Qingxian said helplessly, "Alright, you might become a Saint Heir in the future, can't you be more serious?"
Luo Qingxian intended to persuade her brother, but faced with his sister's words, the master of the First Holy Peak was completely disdainful: "I don't want to be any Saint Heir, I only want to protect you. If anyone dares to bully my sister, I'll make them into a sieve."
As Luo Qingchen spoke, he even gestured.
Luo Qingxian smiled bitterly at this scene but felt ineffably warmed, sighing with eyes full of helplessness, "Alright, alright, protect your sister, but you must become strong first. If you don't cultivate, your sister will soon surpass you."
"Really?" Luo Qingchen asked seriously, "Sister, what realm have you reached?"
Hearing this, Luo Qingxian glanced sideways at Luo Qingchen and then slightly lifted her jade-like hand, where a terrifying force instantly condensed in her palm.
