Tang Li spoke his feelings offhandedly. The guide in the driver's seat smiled and picked up the thread. "You mean the era when Tao Yang held power?"
"Great minds think alike!" Tang Li praised, turning to look at her.
This guide from the Black Sun Sect was indeed a woman, just as Tao Ju had said. As for whether she counted as beautiful, that was a matter of opinion. She wore a dark velvet coat over a moon-white inner layer, its buttons matching the coat in color. Her outfit was simple yet refined. She was slender, with sharp lines along her cheeks. Her hair was tied in a neat bun without a single strand out of place, and she wore gold-rimmed glasses. She gave the impression of someone attentive to detail and demanding in her standards—not especially approachable.
But in fact, this guide named Meng Wan was quite talkative. She never let Tang Li's words fall flat and often expanded on them. Thus, although Du Shicai was still weak in the back seat, listlessly leaning against the seatback without speaking, while Tang Wan sat upright and remained silent, there were rarely quiet moments in the car.
They had reached the bridge checkpoint, and the car visibly slowed. Meng Wan held the steering wheel with both hands, following the traffic across the bridge at a crawl. She spoke quickly and crisply. "It isn't merely a matter of the era. Even on the same night, the first half and the second half, whether the moon is out or not—people arrive in different moods at different times."
Tang Li gave an "Oh." "I understand. I heard the effects of a Blood Sacrifice also differ depending on the time."
"They're actually more or less the same." Meng Wan replied with a faint smile. "A