Jiang Yang chuckled without answering the boy. Instead, he turned to the frail little girl beside him and asked:
"What about you? What's your name?"
The girl was a beat slow to react. When she came back to herself, the white-robed figure was reflected in her clear eyes. She tilted her head up and answered, short and crisp:
"Chen Suxin."
Compared with the others, this girl seemed rather rigid and earnest. All six children were kneeling, but she alone dared to raise her head and look directly at Jiang Yang. Even a little rascal of Wei Jingxing's background obediently addressed him as True Person.
Jiang Yang paid little mind to such things, and his questions were casual:
"Where's your home?"
"Kaiyang Prefecture."
"What about your family?"
"My parents died. I live with my second uncle."
The questions and answers came quickly. Her tone was calm, as though she were speaking of something that had nothing to do with her.
Seeing this, Jiang Yang said no more. The other children were even less inclined to speak, though they all waited eagerly for him to question them.
But Jiang Yang had no intention of asking anything further. After a moment's thought, he made his decision and turned around:
"Martial uncle, I'll take these two children."
He had decided without much hesitation. He would accept both Wei Jingxing and Chen Suxin.
Xuan Di beamed at the news. Originally, he had thought it would be good enough if Jiang Yang simply came to take a look. As long as the idea took root, even if he accepted no one this time, there would be another opportunity. If one child caught his eye and was accepted, that alone would be a rare cause for celebration.
Now he was actually taking a pair, far exceeding Xuan