Fu Hua looked at the two people before her. When she saw the young man on the left, her brows lifted slightly. This person... really was a promising candidate for cultivation...
"What is your name?"
Looking at the young man on the left, Fu Hua had originally intended to refuse first, but after thinking it over, she spoke anyway.
However, once Fu Hua's voice left her lips, even she could not help being surprised. What heavenly voice was this? It was clearly the pleasant voice of a young girl, yet it also carried the steadiness of someone who had lived through countless years.
"Replying to the Immortal, this humble one's name is Wu Yi."
Wu Yi had not expected the Immortal to ask his name. He could not help feeling flattered, raising his head to look respectfully at the Immortal before him as he hurriedly answered honestly.
"Wu Yi..."
Upon hearing this, Fu Hua thought for a moment... She had no impression of him whatsoever, yet he somehow did not seem ordinary. With no clue why, she did not dwell on it.
"Wu Yi, you do indeed possess decent talent for cultivation."
"Then, Immortal, may I..."
Hearing Fu Hua's words, Wu Yi could not help becoming somewhat excited. This was the Immortal's recognition—he had talent for cultivation.
But before he could voice his request, the Immortal interrupted him first.
"I will not take disciples. Even if I do, it will depend on fate, and you are not the ones!"
Fu Hua looked at Wu Yi, whose expression had begun to turn ugly, without caring in the slightest. Even if his talent was passable, Fu Hua did not care.
She did not need anyone to carry forward her martial arts lineage. The ageless and immortal Fu Hua... was the pinnacle of