บท 102: Immeasurable

"I'll see to it that she gets a copy of the Strokes of Grim Fate," Florist Dongtian said once it seemed that Wu Ling's words had pulled the younger girl back from the edge. Already, Wu Ling was showing herself to be a capable senior sister in Florist Dongtian's eyes. She had a growing apprehension, however, that the Outer Sect wouldn't benefit from her presence for very long. 

"As a manual for bestowing curses with Calligraphy, the Strokes of Grim Fate is among the best," the Florist said, agreeing with the path Wu Ling's mother had set out. "Does your mother intend that she be given the identity of a direct disciple now?"

"No," Wu Ling said, stepping away from Su Yao after giving her a last reassuring squeeze. "She has to prove that she can awaken as a Mystic by twenty. If she can't do that, my mother may still tutor her when she does awaken as a Mystic but it won't be the same as being a direct disciple."