Senior sister, come quickly into the basin.

"Senior Sister, if I call your name, will you dare to answer?" Holding a chipped copper basin, Li Tianran posed the question to the sect's most ethereal and untouchable senior sister. She scoffed, her gaze dripping with disdain. "What parlor trick is this? Why should I dignify that with a response?" With a mischievous grin, Li Tianran called out softly, "Xiao Fang." Hearing the long-abandoned childhood nickname slip from his lips, the proud senior sister instinctively murmured a reply. In that exact fraction of a second, the aloof beauty vanished, violently sucked straight into the mystical depths of the broken basin.