Fu Hua looked at the little girl before her, with cobalt-blue eyes and dark blue hair. Even now, she already had the air of a young girl coming into her own. It was clear that in another two or three years at most, she would grow into a peerless beauty.
And naturally, an image surfaced in Fu Hua's mind: Luo Tianyi dressed in the courtly attire of a Wei-Jin-era woman. That, in turn, made her think of Cao Zhi's Ode to the Goddess of the Luo.
Graceful as a startled swan, supple as a wandering dragon. Resplendent as autumn chrysanthemums, luxuriant as spring pines. Dimly seen, like light clouds veiling the moon; drifting and dancing, like swirling winds returning snow...
With a little adornment, some colored clouds, and flowing ribbons, no one would doubt her if she were called a goddess descending to earth.
By then, if anyone called her a witch, people probably would not believe it... Perhaps she could try guiding her down the path of becoming a goddess?
An idea suddenly came to Fu Hua. She could raise Wu Qing'e as the face of her sect, like those idol endorsements. The sect's reputation could spread very quickly...
Moreover, she looked so much like Luo Tianyi. She could be made into this world's idol, and with Wu Qing'e's looks, there would be no problem at all.
But... before that, she still could not avoid the issue of changing her personality first.
"Since you have become my personal disciple, I cannot be stingy either. This is the gift I prepared for our first meeting."
After staring at her second disciple and pondering for a while, Fu Hua raised her left hand and opened her palm before Wu Qing'e.
Three gleaming chips floated in Fu Hua's hand. At a glance,