Dong Liangyi, who was holding a tray with freshly brewed tea, stood nervously, quickly taking off the apron from her body and folding it behind her, worried about leaving a bad impression.
Dong Wenshu pointed at her and said, "This is my eldest daughter, Dong Liangyi."
Situ Gu had already noticed Dong Liangyi's action of removing the apron, and after sizing her up and down, he found that she had a dignified appearance with a refined and intelligent demeanor, not at all giving off an unpleasant aura of alienation.
Whether or not she was a genuine disciple to be accepted, at least the impression was good.
However, upon further scrutiny, he also noticed that her innate cultivation aptitude was lacking. In reality, she wasn't suited for cultivation, and even if he was willing to teach, there would be no future in it.
Fortunately, it was just to go through the motions.
