Darling Qiao didn't make a sound, only staring doubtfully at the smiling Senior Xuanji.
This was a 200 year-old apparition of a soul. Not to mention that it was transparent, and the facial features were already blurred.
Seeing that she didn't respond after such a long time, Senior Xuanji evidently got anxious, and she urged, "Why aren't you kneeling down. Okay, okay, okay. I'll tell you everything. Why are you child so clever? That's right, that's right. To accept my cultivation inheritance, you must promise to fulfill my three conditions. What I just said earlier—becoming my Xuanji School's Second Headmaster—is the first condition."
The language trap that this deceptive senior had set two hundred years ago was probably to let the junior that came in be smitten with the Xuanji Core after seeing it, immediately leading them into kneeling down and accepting her condition.
