The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 221: Elder Sister Turned Junior Sister

How exciting!

Angela nodded seriously. "Yes."

John took another deep breath to compose himself, then reached out and patted her lightly on the head. "Then... call me Elder Brother."

He expected resistance—maybe even a slap—but to his surprise, Angela folded her hands over her chest and said sweetly,

"Elder Brother, nice to meet you."

Her voice was crisp and pleasant, like a breeze whispering through a quiet mountain cottage.

It was the sound of wind chimes gently swaying under the eaves—soft, soothing, unforgettable.

John never imagined the day would come when he could pull seniority on his fifth sister.

It was deeply satisfying.

"Call me again."

"Elder Brother."

"Call me one more time."

"Little John, are you trying to make me mad?" Angela's face finally flushed with annoyance. She placed her hands firmly on her waist and snapped, "Don't forget I'm your elder sister! Now call me Elder Sister—fifty times!"

John instantly deflated, all his smugness vanishing.

Sure enough, karma always finds a way.

After reluctantly calling her "Elder Sister" fifty times, John asked, "So, Fifth Sister... if that's the case, you already knew I was alive?"

"Of course," Angela replied casually. "My master told me. But she also told me not to tell anyone else—not even our sisters. So I've been keeping it a secret all this time."

Hearing this, John felt much better.

He'd been worried she no longer cared. But now he understood why she hadn't been as emotional as the others—it wasn't that she wasn't happy; she'd just known all along.

Still, a question lingered.

"By the way," he asked, "you said we're from the same sect... What's the name of our sect? Where is it located? And... do you know where my master is now?"

John was genuinely confused.

Ever since returning to New York, he'd encountered nothing but mystery—about himself, his past, and even the people around him.

And the biggest mystery of all was his master.

Now, with the fifth sister standing in front of him, he finally felt he might be closer to some answers.

Angela gave him a strange look. "I really don't know what your master has been doing these years. He didn't tell you anything?"

"Nope. He's totally irresponsible," John muttered. "He even took one of my paintings and used it to make money."

"Well, let me answer your questions," Angela said. "First of all, I don't know the address of the sect—my master never told me. And as for your master's current location... if you, his disciple, don't know, how would I?"

John gave her a blank look. "...Then why did you even bother answering?"

Seeing his disappointed expression, Angela smirked and added proudly, "But don't be discouraged. At least I know the name of our sect!"

John perked up. "Really? What's it called?"

"Grand Theft."

"...Immortal Morality?"

Angela straightened her back and recited solemnly, "'The theft in charge of the world and the secret of all spirits—We are Grand Theft!'"

John blinked. "...That actually sounds really noble and profound. It must be a prestigious sect!"

"Noble?" Angela's expression immediately turned weird. "Why don't I feel that way at all? Honestly, I feel kind of embarrassed..."

She continued, "My master even told me that outsiders call us sneaks and spies. She said we must never reveal our sect's name in public—or we might get beaten to death on the spot."

John crossed his arms and said seriously, "They're just jealous. That's how it always is—people suffer from tall poppy syndrome. Same as internet trolls who post malicious comments."

Angela raised an eyebrow. "Malicious comments?"

"Don't worry about it. Just remember—if they're jealous, it means we're doing something right. The future of our sect is bright. I'm getting excited just thinking about Immortal Morality!"

John was thoroughly satisfied with the name.

But he still didn't understand—

Why didn't Master tell me any of this, even after ten years in the temple? Was he afraid I'd brag about it? He really doesn't trust me...

As he beamed with pride over the name, Angela just stared at him like he was insane.

He actually thinks Grand Theft is something to be proud of? Shouldn't he feel at least a little ashamed?

Just then, John snapped out of his proud daydream. His eyes subtly drifted toward Angela as he smirked and said, "Fifth Sister... haven't you grown a bit slowly over the years?"

"Slow? What are you talking about?" Angela stood on tiptoe and measured herself against him. "I'm not short at all!"

John raised an eyebrow. "Did I say I was talking about your height?"

"...Uh."

Following his gaze, Angela looked down at her chest—and her face instantly fell into a deep frown.