"Mortal Wu Qing'e begs... Immortal, please accept me as your disciple!!"
After watching Fu Hua place the black carp into the pond, Wu Qing'e rose after finishing her practice. With no time to think about anything else, she immediately followed the ritual she remembered and began kowtowing three times and bowing nine.
Though much of it was probably improper, she had no time to worry about that.
She wanted to take an immortal as her master. She wanted to cultivate the Dao... and become an immortal!
"Why do you wish to take me as your master?"
Fu Hua did not stop Wu Qing'e's actions... She merely stood there, calmly watching her. It was as if she were contemplating something, or as if her mind had wandered far away.
"I want to follow you, Immortal."
Faced with Fu Hua's question, though her tone was calm, Wu Qing'e felt an unprecedented pressure. She gritted her teeth... and held on.
"I have already agreed to let you stay. As long as you do not make mistakes, I will not drive you away. If you wish to follow me, why must you become my disciple?"
Fu Hua continued questioning her, as though she already knew the answer.
"I... I want to learn Daoist arts."
After hesitating, Wu Qing'e did not dare conceal it.
"And why do you wish to learn Daoist arts?"
"...I want to become an immortal!"
"Once you become an immortal, what do you intend to do?"
Fu Hua's aura grew increasingly powerful, increasingly terrifying. At that moment... Wu Qing'e felt as if she alone were facing the crushing pressure of heaven and earth. Her body and mind... were gradually unable to bear it any longer, reaching their limit.
"...To be... carefree and unrestrained."
Wu Qing'e wanted to say against her heart