The little girl, floating forty or fifty centimeters above the ground, looked at Lan Qingyou.
In Lan Qingyou's eyes,
although the little girl's gaze held fear and uncertainty, there was no panic or struggle.
Instead, it was mostly wariness and thoughtfulness.
Mm, very good.
That was a very good look in her eyes.
But just as Lan Qingyou was admiring the girl's gaze, the girl gave her a name that made the corners of her mouth twitch.
"Feng. My name is Feng."
"..."
Feng...
Well, then.
The Old Emperor had given her the surname Feng, and now there was a little girl named Feng.
Was someone really trying to tie Master Feng and herself together for good?
Lan Qingyou looked up at the azure sky.
She didn't know if this was the Will of Karim World's doing.
But there was one thing she knew.
Whether or not the girl was called Feng,
and whether or not she was the Master Feng who had provided her future self, a thousand years from now, with all those alchemy tools,
she would still choose to take the little girl on as her disciple.
That was right.
The moment she saw the little girl, Lan Qingyou had already decided to take the scrawny little girl as her apprentice.
The key was that the girl didn't seem at all discouraged by her circumstances. She reminded Lan Qingyou of her own younger self, the one who refused to accept her fate.
It was a matter of chemistry.
But it wasn't just chemistry.
No... it did count as "chemistry."
After all, what she was seeing came from her Magic Eye.
Mm, in that case, "chemistry" really did have a double meaning.
On the one hand, she'd liked the girl at first sight.
On the other, the feedback