"Little fella, stop." Just as Ji Li was charging out with the rest of a crowd, a figure stopped in front of her.
It was an aged old woman. Her skin barky like the surface of a tree. She was the one who called out to Ji Li.
Ji Li stared at this old woman warily, "Senior, is anything the matter?"
"I see that your innate talent is not bad. I'm willing to accept you as my disciple. Follow me." This old woman laughed cruelly. Her laughter sounded rather horrifying.
Ji Li took a few steps back. Then, she clasped her fists and said, "Senior, many thanks for your appreciation. However, this junior doesn't have any intentions of accepting a master."
