"So this is the child of the West Sea Great Saint?"
Canyuan True Monarch sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion in Yang Jing's cabin, studying the rather reserved Yellow Foot.
"That's right. I've already taken it as my disciple and named it Yellow Foot."
Yang Jing, standing respectfully to one side, replied.
"It must have been difficult for the West Sea Great Saint. For someone as proud and arrogant as her to actually put up with that name."
Hearing the name, Canyuan True Monarch let out an amused laugh.
