Ye Tian, however, remained expressionless, showing no emotional fluctuations.
Ji Qinghe, on the other hand, tightly clenched her pink fists, extremely unhappy, unable to resist glancing at Yu Qiong, wishing she could blow him to pieces.
Unfortunately, she knew she didn't have the strength, at least not now; besides, it was forbidden to make a move on the Divine Martial Field.
"Trust me."
Ye Tian seemed to have sensed Ji Qinghe's intense emotional turmoil and couldn't help but offer a word of comfort.
And at that moment.
"Yu Qiong, are you willing to become my disciple?" A voice that was indifferent yet carried a hint of coldness sounded...
As the voice appeared, so did a middle-aged woman, gracefully descending.
The middle-aged woman had a charming face; she must have been a great beauty in her youth, though now her face had some faint wrinkles, and parts of her hair were grey.
