"I heard that the Nine Extremes Great Emperor is now the foremost figure beneath the Saints."
A cultivator in a gray Daoist robe lowered his voice, his tone brimming with admiration.
"Of course! Mending the Heavens, establishing Reincarnation, restoring the Four Continents—every one of those was an earth-shaking feat!"
His companion at the same table chimed in, eyes shining.
"And she reached the Peak Quasi-Saint realm while still so young. In this lifetime, we probably will not even come close to becoming Golden Immortals."
Su Miao pricked up her ears, the corner of her mouth lifting despite herself.
She quickly raised her teacup and pretended to drink, using its rim to hide that irrepressible smugness.
Zhunti leaned closer, lowering his voice until it was barely audible, his tone openly teasing.
"Feeling pleased with yourself after being praised to your face?"
Su Miao refused to admit it. She composed herself and said,
"I was merely listening to their opinions so I can improve my work."
"Then what do you think about them calling you 'young and accomplished'?"
Su Miao set down her teacup and slowly smoothed her sleeves, putting on an air of profound solemnity.
"The people's eyes are sharp."
Zhunti could not hold back his laughter. It was clear and pleasant, carrying an indescribable delight.
Su Miao glared at him, but she could not help being infected by Zhunti's smile and began laughing as well.
"You have gotten thinner lately."
Zhunti's gaze settled on her chin.
Su Miao instinctively touched her face. Her fingertips met the sharply defined jawline of her youthful male appearance.
"Have I?"
She tilted her head, suspecting Zhunti was talking nonsense.
Her current face had been molded by her own hands. Whether her chin was pointed depended entirely on her mood when she shaped it. What