In cultivating immortality, the most important thing was opportunity.
Though Xiang'er was mischievous and lively, how could she not understand such a simple truth?
Would a meat pie really fall from the sky?
Under ordinary circumstances, of course that was impossible.
Yet at this very moment, such good fortune just happened to be lying right beside her.
Whether in sentiment or reason, she naturally had to grasp it well.
If she missed it, she would be struck by heaven and thunder.
All sorts of thoughts turned through Xiang'er's mind. She hesitated no longer and gave a graceful curtsy. "This disciple pays respects to Master."
"Good, good."
The Nine-Tailed Sky Fox was overjoyed. A gentle smile was sketched across her incomparably beautiful face. If she were willing to take disciples, she could certainly make countless cultivators flock to her like ducks, but apart from the little girl before her, who else was worthy of being her disciple?
One had to know, a famous teacher was hard to find, but was a disciple with outstanding aptitude not the same?
After a million years, she had finally found a disciple who could inherit her Daoist legacy. In the Qingqiu Kingdom Lord's heart, she was likewise cheerful and at ease.
Just then, the Little Princess's voice entered her ears again, carrying a somewhat embarrassed tone. "This disciple still has not asked Master's honored name..."
This matter was a little strange. She had already acknowledged her master, yet she did not even know her master's identity. Although Xiang'er vaguely had some guesses in her heart, no matter what, she would only feel at ease after hearing the other party personally confirm it.
"Me..."
The mysterious woman smiled and stretched out her jade hand, tidying the strands of hair by her temples. This was originally a