She is not mine but I belong to her

"Is that all you want to take for now?" The Elder of the library looked at the books she had placed on the table and asked.

As for whom the student was, he did not even bother to check. He felt it was irrelevant.

"Yes, Elder." Le Fang Ling answered with respect and discipline evident in her voice and mannerism. Even the tone she used was music to the ear for this Elder who was used to the silence and serenity of the library.

His hand, which was writing something in a parchment stopped as he paused to listen to her speak.

A little bit of curiosity made him want to take a peek at the disciple who was talking with him.

Elegant pale green robes, tall stature and beautiful face that with unparalleled features!

The disciple before him was someone who approached perfection in her outer features, which when combined with her mannerism and voice led to her leaving a good impression on Elder Mo.