Ye Lingling froze. Beneath her veil, her pale violet eyes widened slightly.
She had not expected His Highness to offer her a place so suddenly.
Spirit Hall Academy was the cultivation sanctuary every soul master on the continent dreamed of,
a place countless geniuses fought tooth and nail to enter.
She had grown up in the Ye Family. Her talent with the Nine-Hearted Begonia Martial Soul had made her family place great hopes in her, but that same protectiveness had always limited her path of cultivation.
The Ye Family was powerful, but it was ultimately a family of healers. It could not compare to a colossus like Spirit Hall.
She had long heard about the gifted young women gathered around Fang Fan:
Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, Shui Bing'er, and Shui Yue'er.
With his help, every one of them had advanced by leaps and bounds.
Now the invitation had come to her.
"Your Highness honors me. I would be delighted."
Ye Lingling rose and gave a graceful bow. Her plain white dress spread across the floor like a begonia in bloom, and the corners of her mouth lifted beneath her veil.
"I would be glad to join Spirit Hall Academy and cultivate under Your Highness."
Her voice was as cool as ever,
but beneath that coolness lay a flicker of excitement and anticipation she had not even noticed herself.
It was not because of Spirit Hall's prestige,
but because of the white-clad young man standing before her.
"Good, good."
Fang Fan caught the flash of delight in Ye Lingling's pale violet eyes and smiled.
He had thought the heir to the Nine-Hearted Begonia would hesitate for a few days.
Instead, she had agreed without a moment's hesitation. She was refreshingly decisive.
"Your Highness, I should go home and tell