The little girl actually possessed an ice-cold constitution. As she approached Wenlong, even the ice spirit marrow stirred.
This was the legendary ice-cold constitution, a special physique seen only once in a thousand years. She was a darling of heaven and earth whose cultivation would meet no barriers on its way to the very peak.
No one had discovered such a promising seedling or set her on the path of cultivation. Naturally, Wenlong did not want to miss this chance.
He steadied himself and nodded to the old woman before saying, "I feel quite a connection with this child. I would like to take her as my disciple. Would you be willing?"
Overjoyed, the old woman hurried to kneel and pay her respects. Wenlong supported her with his true qi, preventing her from kneeling.
She then told the little girl, "Yaya, hurry and kneel before your master. Kowtow to him."
The little girl, Yaya, obediently knelt before Wenlong and kowtowed three times, her forehead striking the floor.
Wenlong laughed heartily. "My disciple's name will surely resound throughout the world one day!"
According to the old woman, her husband's surname was Yang. Because their daughter could not cultivate, he had gone into the Mist Forest to seek spirit herbs and died in an accident in the mountains.
Her brother, too, could not bear to let his little sister remain unable to cultivate and die of old age after a hundred years. He could only continue down their father's path, hoping to help her live a normal cultivator's life.
His painstaking efforts had finally blossomed when he encountered Wenlong. His wish had been fulfilled, and his sister had become this expert's disciple.
The old woman was not actually old. After her husband's death, worry and toil had made her ill, leaving her