The Auspicious Cloud Pavilion Owner slowly rose from his seat. His gaze remained fixed on Su Yi as his brow gradually furrowed.
It was as if he had encountered a bewildering mystery of monstrous proportions.
After a long while, his lips moved, and he said, "You... who exactly are you?"
His voice was still cold and indifferent.
Yet everyone could see that the Auspicious Cloud Pavilion Owner's attitude had undergone a subtle change.
Su Yi smiled, picked up the wine jug on the counter, and poured its contents onto the tabletop.
Then he extended a finger, dipped it in the wine, and began tracing across the table.
Streams of water, their paths profound and mysterious, curled from beneath Su Yi's fingertip. Before long, they formed a strange diagram.
Throughout it all, the Auspicious Cloud Pavilion Owner kept his eyes fixed on it. As he watched the diagram take shape bit by bit beneath Su Yi's finger, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he stared blankly into space.
At this moment, even Ye Zishan and the Ink Dress Girl nearby could see that something was increasingly wrong with the Auspicious Cloud Pavilion Owner's condition.
He seemed shocked, yet also stunned, with an indescribable dazed look in his eyes.
Both of them could not help but grow curious.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, they could not make out the diagram on the counter.
"We'll talk about the matter between you and me later."
Su Yi withdrew his finger and walked over to the wine table beside Ye Zishan and the Ink Dress Girl, where he sat down.
Then he rapped his knuckles on the table and asked with a smile, "You two, can we talk now?"
The Ink Dress Girl hesitated.
Ye Zishan, meanwhile, glanced at the Auspicious Cloud Pavilion Owner