Bzz—!!
Just as the food came within 0.01 centimeters of his lips, Zhongli's body—solid as rock and weathered by countless years—suddenly shuddered violently!
What was that?!
An unprecedented, terrifying sense of danger exploded in his mind without warning!
Every cell in his body screamed, and every nerve frantically sounded the alarm!
Zhongli's gaze sharpened. In the brief fraction of a second, he swiftly investigated and ultimately locked onto the source of the danger: the "delicacy" held between his chopsticks.
To verify this absurd suspicion, he casually moved his chopsticks away.
The sense of danger instantly vanished, and peace returned to the world.
He tentatively brought the chopsticks back toward his mouth.
Beep—beep—beep—!!
Every organ in his body seemed to sound an alarm. That immense terror of standing at death's door descended once more, even stronger than before!
Zhongli: "..."
He silently set down his chopsticks, then coughed lightly, interrupting Kiana just as she was about to charge the feast, her mouth already open and ready to gorge herself.
Although he did not know this white-haired girl, and her face bore a startling resemblance to Asmodeus, the dreaded "Sustainer of Heavenly Principles," so that he should have kept his distance, her carefree liveliness—like she would use the falling sky as a blanket—somehow made Zhongli think of Hu Tao, the eccentric and endlessly troublesome director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.
That instinctively stirred a little elder's concern within him, and he could not help warning her, lest she truly eat something she should not and drop dead on the spot.
"Hm? What's wrong?" Kiana paused. The meat she had lifted toward her mouth with her chopsticks stopped in midair as well. She looked at Zhongli in bewilderment, completely unaware that there had been anything wrong with what she was doing.
Not only