Huo Yuhao took half a step back. "Dean, although I want to learn soul tools, I have no intention of taking you as my teacher."
A beautiful teacher would be nice, but he was not some lecherous man. How could he sell himself out for that?
Besides, he had already turned down Teacher Zhi Wei. Wouldn't agreeing to Xian Lin'er's request to take him as a disciple be letting Teacher Zhi Wei down? Teacher Zhi Wei was his true love. As for Xian Lin'er—who was she? They were not familiar.
"Why?"
Xian Lin'er stepped forward, her thin azure gauze dress fluttering around her pair of round jade legs. She walked up to Huo Yuhao, grabbed the front of his collar, and leaned forward, bringing her jade countenance close to his. Her springwater-like eyes, rippling with emotion, stared directly into his as she said excitedly, "Do you know what your soul skill means? Do you know its effect? Once your strength improves a little more, you might even be able to directly scan and copy the blueprints of Rank 9 Soul Tools?!"
"And then?" Huo Yuhao replied calmly. His glittering pink eyes reflected Xian Lin'er's jade countenance. "Does having the blueprints mean you can make Rank 9 Soul Tools?"
Of course not!
Hearing the boy's calm words, Xian Lin'er felt irritated.
If having blueprints were enough to make Rank 9 Soul Tools, Shrek's Soul Tool Department would have long since caught up to the Sun Moon Empire.
She glared at Huo Yuhao. The light in his pink eyes was dazzling, mysterious, and alluring.
So pretty!
She lost herself for a moment, unable to stop the thought from surfacing in her heart.
In only an instant, Xian Lin'er came back to her senses. She immediately released Huo Yuhao's collar and abruptly turned