Hao Shuai had no interest in going inside to watch. Just as he was wondering what to do, he noticed Li Yingqiong staring at him intently ever since she'd arrived, without blinking for a long time.
"Little Yingqiong, why are you looking at me like that?" Hao Shuai asked with a smile.
"Are you really a sword immortal? Can you teach me how to fly through the skies and burrow through the earth? I can kowtow to you and take you as my master!" Li Yingqiong asked, excitement and anxiety mingling in her voice.
As she spoke, her fists clenched until her knuckles turned white. Her delicate body trembled. She was clearly filled with hope, yet anxious that he might turn her down.
Truthfully, Hao Shuai was more than willing. But to preserve the image of a great master—and make Li Yingqiong feel that becoming his disciple wasn't so easy—he deliberately pondered for a long while without saying a word.
At first, Li Yingqiong gazed up at Hao Shuai with her pretty face full of hope and nervous anticipation.
But as time passed, the light of hope in her bright eyes slowly dimmed. Her face grew pale, and her still-slender body trembled like a reed in the wind.
Even so, she kept her lips pressed tight and stubbornly watched Hao Shuai. Unless she heard him reject her outright, she would never truly give up.
Seeing this, Zhou Qingyun chimed in to help. "Master, since Yingqiong is so sincere, why not take her as your disciple? Then I'll have a junior sister."
Hao Shuai found her reaction amusing.
But he was also afraid of frightening her, so he waited a little longer. When Li Yingqiong looked ready to collapse from nerves, he finally said slowly, "It's not impossible for you to