"She is a kind-hearted child." A gentle female voice quietly imprinted itself in Feng Wuheng's mind.
The voice was beautifully melodic, but unfortunately, only Feng Wuheng could hear it.
"Saint of the Sea of Sorrow?" Feng Wuheng inquired in his mind.
"You wish to take her as a disciple," the Female Sea of Sorrow murmured softly.
"Hehe." Feng Wuheng chuckled in disbelief.
The girl beside him was indeed exceptionally talented; barely in her twenties, she already exuded an ethereal presence, her demeanor otherworldly.
Be it her talent, strength, or character, she was an exceptional choice.
Simultaneously, the girl had great potential for growth, which indeed sparked Feng Wuheng's admiration.
The problem was, the girl was a disciple under Yang Qingqing.
As one of the esteemed Seven Saints, Feng Wuheng couldn't possibly covet someone else's pupil.
