Tang Ling let out a soft "oh," her delicate, porcelain face showing no expression: "Teacher is thinking of…"
"After all, he happens to be at the Third Rank—this is the only opportunity for him to transition."
Bai Simu said, "If he's willing to switch to the Sword Sect Path, Teacher can take him in as the final disciple."
Tang Ling's gaze was doubtful: "Even Teacher can have a change of heart."
Years ago, when Teacher took her in as a disciple, he'd said she would be his last student.
But she wouldn't mind having another junior disciple.
The boy seemed to be three years younger than her.
"If you knew how long it took him to meditate, it wouldn't seem strange."
Bai Simu said in a haunting tone, "Ten seconds."
The fingers gripping the iron rail of the balcony tightened instinctively.
"Is he worth bringing in?"
She frowned and asked.
"It's not entirely without hope, considering the King of Qing… is known to be a lunatic."
