Facing Zai Jiu Smoke Disciple, Yu Xunge asked her first question: "How many of your people are willing to follow you to Zai Jiu?"
This would determine how she handled and restricted Zai Jiu Smoke Disciple.
Zai Jiu Smoke Disciple stood at ease with her arms folded. At the question, her right index finger tapped briskly against the crook of her left arm. Rather than looking downcast or uncomfortable, she answered cheerfully, "None."
Yu Xunge's gaze was drawn to that pale, slender hand. Only then did she notice a string of red writing on Zai Jiu Smoke Disciple's right hand, beginning at the second joint of her ring finger and extending all the way to her wrist.
It was probably fragrant branch script. She did not know the language yet, and it looked like a long string of ancient Greek.
Her gaze swept straight past without lingering, as though she did not care at all, but inwardly she asked B to take an inconspicuous look for her-not right now.
Before she had even finished, however, B immediately looked up at Zai Jiu Smoke Disciple's hand.
Yu Xunge: "..."
Following Little Robot's gaze to her own hand, Zai Jiu Smoke Disciple chuckled and raised it, turning the writing toward Zai Jiu Xunge. "Do you want to know what this sentence means?"
Yu Xunge suffered inwardly. Ignoring the mocking looks Mistblade and Song Gui cast her way, she said with a perfectly straight face, "...Yes. May I?"
"Mm, then you first need to know what raising your ring finger at another living being means in Fuzhi culture." As though something amusing had occurred to her, Zai Jiu Smoke Disciple's smile brightened further, her eyes curving into crescents. The hand she had just raised rested against her lips, hiding her smile.
Yu Xunge