Pei Ling watched as Nie Shuangshuang led Feng Feiyu to a seat, letting Feng Feiyu stand beside her, and showed a gentle smile: "Congratulations to Master Nie for acquiring a fine disciple."
Nie Shuangshuang's countenance was cold, her voice indifferent and unreadable in joy or anger, she said faintly: "He is good."
Pei Ling was somewhat surprised, he had thought Nie Shuangshuang would not truly like any disciple she chose.
Although it was unexpected that Nie Shuangshuang chose Feng Feiyu as her direct disciple, Pei Ling merely thought it was Nie Jinglin commanding Nie Shuangshuang to take on a direct disciple without choice.
Pei Ling did not expect Nie Shuangshuang to say this disciple is good, seemingly willing to accept him as her disciple, which made Pei Ling take a closer look at Feng Feiyu.
Thin and small, though possessing good qualifications, nothing extraordinarily innate, his head bowed with a timid demeanor, nothing particularly outstanding.
