Han Ye looked at the simple and delicate face of Ning Yujing in front of him, finding it strange.
Such a peaceful lady coming to the Pure Yang Peak for physical training seemed out of place no matter how he looked at it.
Why would his master accept her into the sect?
Ning Yujing's dazzling peach blossom eyes were still blinking and staring at Han Ye, waiting for his response.
Han Ye came back to his senses, finally reacting, and said, "Oh, it's Junior Sister Ning. There's no need for such politeness on Pure Yang Peak. We'll all be disciples of Pure Yang Peak in the future, so don't be so formal."
Ning Yujing nodded her little head and obediently said, "Hmm, Brother, I hope for your guidance."
"Alright, let's stop with the formalities. Besides Han Ye, there are other inner disciples for you to choose from, don't just stare at him."
Sister Shen on the side, feeling that her spotlight on Pure Yang Peak had been stolen, spoke with a hint of dissatisfaction.
