Everyone felt a shiver down their spine upon seeing the woman in a blood-red skirt. 

The woman’s long hair was draped over her shoulders, and her indifferent eyes were as cold as a thousand-year-old icy cavern. It seemed like everyone was a mere ant in her eyes.

Her blood-red skirt looked like it had been dyed with real blood, and it gave off a sinister aura as it swayed in the wind.

“Plain-Skirt Sister?” asked Ye Guan. As far as Ye Guan could remember, the woman was wearing a plain skirt rather than a blood-red skirt.

Ye Guan was surprised. He didn’t expect to see her here. 

The woman wordlessly turned toward Ye Guan. 

Ye Guan smiled bitterly and said, “Actually… I think I can handle them myself.” 

Ye Guan started blaming himself. He didn’t feel great knowing that he had just involved the woman in his issues. However, the woman didn’t respond. She stared intently at Ye Guan as if it was her first time taking a closer look at him.

Ye Guan stammered, “Plain-Skirt Sis—” 

“Call me Aunt!” said the woman.

Ye Guan was taken aback. “Aunt?” 

The woman nodded. 

Ye Guan suddenly asked, “Master Pagoda told...