The old man weighed the silver fragments, feeling quite satisfied. As Yuchi pushed the tea egg towards his daughter, he said, "Young brother, you have sharp brows and starry eyes, surely a talent in the making. I have a daughter with an Eighth-Grade Talent, and I can give her to you. If you want, take her away, and I'll send you off with ten more tea eggs as a farewell gift!"
"All I ask is that you conquer her misfortune properly and truly never return."
Yuchi was once again enlightened.
He had taken many apprentices before, but it was the first time witnessing such a situation. Having a daughter with such talent should have been a joyful matter, but how did it end up like this? Is this even possible? What terrifying experiences had this old man gone through?
Xiahou Xuexiang peeled the tea egg, "Dad, you really know how to joke."
The old man: "..."
Xiahou Xuexiang: "..."
Paused for a moment.
"You weren't joking?!" Xiahou Xuexiang looked surprised.
