After Yi Yun left, Zhao Qingcheng still felt like she was in a dream. This little brother had ridiculous observational power!
“He seems to be as old as me.” The young lady from before said helplessly. She was also about twelve years of age, and she still subconsciously felt that she was still a child.
But the things Yi Yun did, was it something that a child could do?
“Yeah… That Yi Yun might one day become a rising star! If we have cordial relations with him, it might perhaps help out our family…”
Zhao Qingcheng began making her calculations. Even if Yi Yun’s cultivation level was nothing in the future, just his observational skill would be beneficial. When warriors went to dangerous mystic realms on expeditions, a keen sense and observation could save lives. Partying up with these sort of people was an assuring matter.