A turn of peaks and paths—hope had come when all seemed lost. The couple were overwhelmed with surprise and joy. They exchanged a glance, then hurriedly bowed low. "Many thanks for Martial Uncle's grace. May we ask where that senior is? Would they be willing to take our little girl in?"
"Far on the edge of the sky, yet right before your eyes."
"You mean..."
Xu Yin froze, her expression turning somewhat strange. In this great hall, where was there anyone else? Could Martial Uncle mean to take Xuan'er as his disciple? Impossible. The other party was a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator. Even if he took a disciple, the person should at least be above the False Core realm. No matter what, he could not have taken a fancy to a little girl like Xuan'er.
The refined man was likewise full of bewilderment, but he did not dare open his mouth and say more.
White light flashed, and a beautiful young girl appeared before them.
Yue'er's face was full of anxious unease. The young master wanted her to take the little girl before her as a disciple, but... how was one supposed to be a master? Yue'er had no confidence at all, yet she also found it rather novel and fun.
So she stretched out one fair, tender finger, propped up her chin, her gaze bright, and carefully sized Zheng Xuan up.
When Yue'er first appeared, Xu Yin and her husband were also startled. This girl possessed beauty capable of toppling cities, yet her yin energy was extremely dense. She clearly was not human. Could she be a remnant of Yinhun?
Her cultivation was even more extraordinary, having already reached the peak of the Core Condensation Realm.
However, the two restrained themselves and did not attack, because they very