Shaolin Temple.
"This Taiwei Cultivation Technique, you have only reached thirty percent proficiency."
"Daily cultivation for three hours, you certainly haven't truly adhered to it."
Ying Wuye, still in his blue attire, stood with hands behind his back, looking indifferently at the little girl before him, who only reached up to his knees. She seemed about four or five years old, wearing a blue vigorous attire with hems adorned with silver bells shaped like Spring Bellflower. With every move, it jingled lightly.
Her black hair was tied into twin hanging tassels, and a short dagger was hidden at her waist.
A token of the old Sect Leader of One-Leaf Pavilion hung from her waist.
Caught slacking during cultivation, the little girl shyly lowered her head, staring at her toes while playing with her attire. She sneaked a glance at the indifferent scholar, and upon being noticed, quickly reverted her gaze, fingers fiddling with her attire, as the silver bells jingled.
