Ming Qi Tian maintained her silence.
In fact, this was the first time the woman had ever faced such a situation — no one had ever crossed paths with her in this way before.
"Really, Miss Ming, you can take a look first, I think, her talent is sufficient." Pei Ye tried to explain, and then somewhat embarrassed, "Besides, am I not, well, a genius as well? If I were to enter the Shengjing's Sword Repair Institute, do you think the institute would accept her on my account?"
Ming Qi Tian shook her head: "I don't know."
"...Oh."
"But I can take a look. If she's as you say, I can write a recommendation; if she's far off, entering the Sword Repair Institute... might not be good for her."
Pei Ye's eyes lit up at once, a smile spreading across his face: "She's not far off, not far off!"
