The horse nodded. "Yes, she's very talented and very hardworking. She gained the sect master's favor by working very studiously. All the senior and junior brothers of the sect like to be around her as well."
Feng Wu tilted her head and gave it some thought.
She was at least one of the best cultivators among people of her age, if not the best.
"Are you sure she's from the Junwu Empire?"
The horse was very certain. "Yes! I've never set foot outside the Junwu Empire!"
Feng Wu rubbed her chin. "That's strange. She's more amazing than me and belongs to a sect…"
"She doesn't like red dresses like you do, all fancy and shiny. She's unapproachable and graceful. She wears blue all the time, and she looks almost otherworldly." The horse recalled its good old days.
A Spiritual Lord, a popular disciple in her sect, and she wore blue with an ethereal air to her… Feng Wu had a candidate for that.
But could it be such a coincidence?!
