"Ha ha, little girl, this old man has come to pick you up!"
Ling Qingzhu and Mu Zi were chatting happily when a resonant voice suddenly rang out, giving them both a fright.
Mu Zi turned her head and looked over, only to see, not far ahead, a tall old man in a profound robe smiling as he sized her up.
"Little girl, you really gave this old man a surprise!"
Qian Yuanzi looked at Mu Zi atop the White Lotus, a look of amazement flashing through his eyes. Clearly, he already knew of her performance in the Ancient Battlefield.
This left Qian Yuanzi wild with joy. Back then in the Great Yan Dynasty, he had merely seen that this little girl's talent was quite good, and that her temper suited his tastes, so he had been moved to accept her as his disciple.
But he had never imagined that Mu Zi's talent would actually reach such an exaggerated level.
With her origins in a low-rank dynasty, she had surpassed all the geniuses of the Eastern Xuan Region, and not by just a little.
In Qian Yuanzi's eyes, Mu Zi's potential even surpassed Ling Qingzhu, Yuan Cang, and the others. Compared to that monstrous genius of the Dao Sect from a hundred years ago, she was even a cut above!
This time, accepting a disciple had made him a killing!
After Mu Zi recognized Qian Yuanzi, she first let out a breath of relief. Then her expression changed, and a trace of anger swept across her face.
She glared at Qian Yuanzi and complained in dissatisfaction, "You old man, you were actually eavesdropping on us!"
The moment she thought of those private topics she and Ling Qingzhu had been discussing earlier, Mu Zi could not help feeling annoyed. She could