"Can you tell me why you chose her?"
Xuan Moqing was a little surprised that the Elder would suddenly ask her a question, but she smiled and said, "No particular reason. When I saw her name, my subconscious just told me to choose her. I suppose I've always been one to follow my heart, haha..."
Her eyes curved into crescents, her expression as pure and clear as a mirror.
"Aren't you afraid her cultivation might be too low to teach you anything?" Murong Yan pressed, her gaze softening.
"I am," Xuan Moqing admitted. "Everyone here is already stronger than me, and there's nothing special about me. If my mentor isn't powerful, the gap between me and everyone else will only grow wider... and the gap between me and him will grow wider, too." As she spoke, she turned to look at Mu Chen, who was watching her. Her eyes held a trace of fear amidst their warmth.
"And yet you still chose her." Murong Yan was even more mystified.
