Faced with the girl who had suddenly appeared, Yan Zhengping's expression was seven parts affection and three parts helplessness.
"Yi Wen, didn't I tell you to focus on your cultivation? Why have you run out here again?"
"Cultivation is so boring. I've already spent the whole day cultivating. It's utterly dull," the girl replied nonchalantly to Yan Zhengping's reproach.
Yan Zhengping shook his head helplessly. His granddaughter had excellent aptitude, but her temperament left something to be desired. She was far too flighty.
He sighed, stopped pursuing the matter of her willfulness, and changed the subject.
"You've come at just the right time. These two are outstanding disciples of the sect. You're all young, so you should talk more and broaden your horizons. It will benefit your future cultivation."
With that, Yan Zhengping briefly introduced the three of them.
Although Yan Zhengping's introduction of the girl was rather vague, Song Wen knew she was the Yan Family genius mentioned in the intelligence he had purchased.
Curious, Song Wen took a few extra looks at her.
Even though he had seen all kinds of beautiful women both online and in person in his previous life, Song Wen had to admit that her beauty was exceptional, rarely seen in this world. The sole blemish on that perfection was the faint air of arrogance she carried. Perhaps that was a flaw all geniuses shared.
While Song Wen studied the girl, she was studying him as well.
Guo Tao was more handsome and upright-looking, and should have attracted a woman's attention more readily. Yet, for some reason, Yan Yiwen's gaze passed straight over him and settled on the unremarkable Song Wen behind him.
After scrutinizing Song Wen for a while, Yan Yiwen suddenly snickered and said with a hint of disdain,
"Grandfather, he's only