Zhao Hongtu was taken aback.
"I wonder what the senior wants to take from that girl?"
That girl, Zhao Ming, was clever and mischievous, and he was quite fond of her. Her cultivation aptitude was also outstanding, and with the Zhao Family's foundation, her potential to achieve Golden Core in the future was quite high. So when he heard that she might not achieve it, he was a bit hesitant.
He could accept the girl becoming a concubine, or maybe a named disciple, or even serving as a servant beside a Golden Core cultivator.
He didn't want to see that girl's path in cultivation cut off.
However, after asking, Zhao Hongtu immediately realized he had no qualification to question.
"Forgive me, Master He, this junior acted out of affection for that girl… momentarily losing my composure."
