"Big sister, what did you want with me?" Deng Tianxin looked at the woman before him and asked in confusion.
The woman was tall and coolly beautiful, her snow-white skin accentuating her upturned phoenix eyes, with flame-like patterns faintly visible at their corners.
Her dark purplish-black hair was half tied up, and golden kite-feather ornaments hung from her ears.
She wore a black, off-the-shoulder combat outfit patterned with dark golden kites, with feather-shaped armor covering her shoulders.
He had just gotten out of school when this woman suddenly came looking for him.
The moment Deng Tianxin saw her, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
The woman folded her arms and looked at Deng Tianxin. "You may call me Ling Yuan."
After hearing that, Deng Tianxin's heart went cold.
Naturally, he knew who Ling Yuan was.
Ling Yuan Douluo, one of the few female Titled Douluo on the Douluo Continent.
If he remembered correctly, Ling Yuan Douluo had only become a Titled Douluo in the past few years.
Deng Tianxin swallowed. "Hello, Sister Ling Yuan. What can I do for you?"
Looking at the adorable little boy before her, Ling Yuan explained with a smile, "His Holiness the Pope sent me to supervise you. Starting today, you will train according to the Saintess's training plan."
In less than half a second, Deng Tianxin's expression made a triple jump from confusion to shock to utter despair.
He looked up at the stunningly cold Titled Douluo before him, his little mouth opening and closing, then closing and opening again, like a fish hauled onto shore.
No matter how much he calculated, he had never expected Qian Xunji to send a Titled Douluo to supervise his cultivation.
He just had his eye on the man's daughter. Was this really necessary?!
"Sister Ling Yuan,"