The old man didn't know how many times he stood in front of Li Qiwu, shielding her from countless rumors.
Hua Pengxing dissected those two questions extremely clearly, then took the tea from the hand of the lady-in-waiting, Qing'er, and sipped it gently to moisten his throat. After praising, he was about to inquire about her studies, but heard Li Qiwu softly ask:
"Teacher, have you heard of Divine Martial Mansion?"
Divine Martial Mansion.
The old man's actions paused for a moment, looking at his student, the window slightly opened, sunlight spilling on the girl's fair face, shining like jade. Her eyes were focused and serious, and those three words seemed to come from the distant past, instantly striking the softest part of his heart.
Hua Pengxing's expression involuntarily softened, placing the teacup on the nearby table, and sighed, saying:
"Divine Martial... How did you find out?"
Li Qiwu murmured softly: "Of course I know."
The elder realized, laughed:
