Mo Ziming tried to persuade Feng Wu. "Xiao Wu, if you sit here, I can teach you…"
Feng Wu asked, "What's your inscription level?"
Mo Ziming was very proud. "Level 7."
Feng Wu said, "I see."
What was that supposed to mean? Shouldn't she be worshiping him now?
Mo Ziming was hurt by Feng Wu's cold expression.
Just as he was about to speak, someone came out of Room 2.
A chubby, kind-looking young man's eyes lit up when he saw Feng Wu. "This is…"
"Master's new disciple," Mo Ziming said immediately.
Feng Wu shook her head. "I'm not…"
However, Mo Ziming and his second senior brother didn't listen to Feng Wu at all. They started chatting excitedly!
"A new disciple? We finally have a little junior sister! Master finally did the right thing. Instead of finding us a junior brother, he found us a little junior sister."
"What? What junior sister?"
