By the riverbank, the atmosphere was serene, a strand of sunrise appeared, and all things were reborn anew.
Yuchi was already meeting with the young girl.
He could clearly see her spiritual root, surprisingly it was an eighth-grade Wind Spirit Root, which was extraordinary, just shy of perfection.
Under normal circumstances, Yuchi should be very happy now, ready to persuade the girl to become his disciple.
In reality, Yuchi had no such thoughts at all now.
It was fine to joke around usually, harmlessly, but now because he was a "person," he should follow a human's perspective.
"Little sister, what's your name?" Yuchi smiled.
"Tang Qingzhu."
"A beautiful name, so where is your home? I'll take you back." Yuchi asked with a smile.
The girl looked about fifteen or sixteen, her complexion pale.
She didn't appear as mature as Wei Yuan at first glance, but her calmness exceeded Yuchi's expectations.
Indeed.
