"You're called Yue Ying, and you have a pure white variant wind spiritual root?" The purple-clad woman with a veil on her face quickly approached Yue Ying and asked directly.
Yue Ying and Danqin were of similar ages and, though Yue Ying was much more mature than Danqin, their similar ages allowed for much common ground in conversation. At this moment, she was chattering away with Danqin. So when a strange woman suddenly focused on her, asking about her spiritual roots, she was somewhat taken aback.
Although spiritual roots weren't considered a highly secretive matter, they weren't something one would easily disclose to a stranger either.
This purple-robed woman and the middle-aged male cultivator had caught Ning Cheng's attention when they had arrived, as he seemed to recall seeing these two while he was mining.
Yue Ying was only two or three years younger than Ning Cheng, who thought she was still too young. Since someone was asking, it was natural for him to step forward.
