Su Miao found herself being stared at by those round eyes, and had the uneasy feeling that once this person latched onto her, she would never be able to shake him off.
She casually made up a name.
"Just call me Ming Wu."
"Ming Wu..."
The Octopus Cultivator repeated it once.
"What a fine name!
Enlightened in heart and true to nature, free of attachments and hindrances!
Greetings, Fellow Daoist Ming!"
Su Miao was already laughing herself silly inside.
Ming Wu meant nameless.
Yet this man had not caught on at all.
The Octopus Cultivator remained as enthusiastic as ever. He waved over a waiter and ordered a pot of the finest Spirit Wine in the establishment.
"Fellow Daoist Ming, meeting is fate. I'm treating you today!"
Su Miao lifted her teacup.
"This is enough for me."
The Octopus Cultivator froze for a moment. His tentacles scratched his smooth, bald head in confusion before his face lit up with sudden realization. He sighed emotionally.
"What a lofty expert, pure of heart and free from worldly desires!"
Su Miao nearly choked on her tea.
After several rounds of tea, the singing and dancing were about to begin, and the Octopus Cultivator tactfully returned to the private room next door.
Su Miao was idly shelling peanuts from the complimentary fruit platter when she caught sight of a figure walking toward her from the corner of her eye.
The instant she appeared, the clamor throughout the hall softened by several degrees.
She wore the brocaded robes of the proprietor, and her features were exquisite to the point of seeming almost demonic.
She was a Nine-tailed Fox Demon. After Transformation, she had become an incomparably beautiful woman, graceful as a willow, dressed in a floor-length crimson gown with a deeply plunging neckline.
Her fox