The merfolk girl's singing was ethereal and far-reaching, while the Feathered Tribe girl danced as lightly as the wind. The lights flowed over them like a coating of liquid moonlight.
The lights flickered between bright and dim, shrouding the entire Forget-Worry Pavilion in a lazy, ambiguous atmosphere.
Zhunti sat beside her, no more than an arm's length away.
He lifted his wine cup and took a sip. The amber liquor swayed against the cup's walls, reflecting the faint glow of the Night-Shining Pearl. His lashes cast a small fan-shaped shadow beneath his eyes, and his entire bearing exuded an indescribable ease.
Su Miao found, to her surprise, that she did not dislike the feeling.
Zhunti chatted with her intermittently, discussing everything from song and dance to food and cultivation, all of it with effortless expertise.
He was not as rigidly didactic as Yuanshi, nor did he joke around as cheerfully as Tongtian, much less speak as sparingly as Laozi.
His topics flowed as naturally as water, from song and dance to food, from food to cultivation, and from cultivation to the customs and scenery across the Prehistoric World. Each topic sparked Su Miao's interest at precisely the right moment, then shifted just as she was beginning to grow tired of it.
Zhunti was very skilled at communication. Though she clearly knew he was deliberately trying to please her, she still found it comfortable.
He never pressed for answers or made demands. He always introduced a topic at just the right time, then stopped at just the right moment, leaving her ample space to respond or remain silent.
It was like a carefully choreographed dance for two: rhythm, steps, turns—every movement landed perfectly on beat.
Su Miao could not help asking.
"How did you recognize me?"
She had previously suspected that