''You…want me to be your Master?'' Princess Zhimie asked, confused. Her cup filled with tea paused a few centimeters from her full, red lips as she stared at Xueyao.
Xueyao nodded with a smile. ''Not really as my master, but as my critic partner.''
The young princess cocked her head sideways, not getting what she meant.
''Your Highness, I learnt from one of your maidservants today that you train yourself daily by sunrise. I want to join you as I train myself to be stronger and as I do, we can critique each other and help each other improve in ways we feel that we are lacking.''
Princess Zhimie couldn't help the smile that formed on her lips. ''Training together? Critiquing one another? Xueyao, you know we are of different races of immortals with different levels and styles of cultivation. It would do you more good if you find yourself a dragon partner and not a struggling immortal in the art of cultivation like myself.''
