"...Then you could take that one... the one ranked first on your sect's Prodigies Ranking. How impressive and respectable, and she's a female cultivator too—exactly your type."
A surprised look appeared on Jun Zhaoying's face. "You actually pay attention to these things too?"
"Hey, do you know how I spent these five hundred years?!" Cheng Wei began pouring out his grievances. When he finished, he wiped his mouth. "So, what do you think? I heard that little girl is quite excellent."
"If you looked into her, how did you not know she already has a master?" She had thought he had become a little more reliable, but upon closer inspection, it really was only an illusion. "What cultivator in the world reaches the Nascent Soul stage without a master? Oh, except you."
"How am I the exception?"
Jun Zhaoying spoke coolly, and with a girl's crisp voice, her words struck all the harder. "Because you expelled yourself from the human race."
...There was really no need to hit the nail on the head at a time like this.
"Forget it. If you want to snatch him, go ahead. If you can take him away, I'll count it as my loss, hehe." His skin was thick enough, anyway. If A-Xu really got snatched away, he would roll around and throw a tantrum until his sect master nephew stepped in to stop it. Good or bad, he still counted as part of Yonglu Mountain's face. "Come to think of it, I even scared little A-Xu a bit back then. Right, my little disciple's surname is Wen, name is Mingxu. I had originally meant to save him for you, but that child was so single-minded that he insisted on becoming my disciple. So I had no choice but to reluctantly take him in."