"You guess."
Zhunti's smile still lingered at the corner of his mouth as Su Miao prepared to roll her eyes and snap back.
Guess?
She wasn't a fortune-teller.
Zhunti's thoughts twisted through countless turns. If he wanted someone to know, he would say it without making them guess.
If he wanted to hide it, guessing until one's brain cracked would be useless.
Say it or don't.
She was already on Spirit Mountain anyway. She wanted to see what tricks this Saint could still pull.
Zhunti suddenly rose to his feet, the hem of his robe brushing across the Bluestone Slab and stirring a faint breeze.
Bare feet stepped across the grass, moving toward the lake one step at a time.
Ripples spread beneath his feet, expanding outward in circles. He stood in the middle of the water with his back to Su Miao.
His silver white hair fell to his waist, swaying gently in the wind.
The wind pressed his robes against his body, outlining smooth shoulders and a lean, powerful waist.
"Wait a moment."
Su Miao watched his retreating figure.
What was this man up to now?
Zhunti raised a hand and tapped the air with his fingertips.
Flowing light burst forth, turning into golden motes that fell over his clothes.
The Sky-Water Blue changed beneath the light.
Wide sleeves and flowing robes, the fabric thin as cicada wings. Layers of flower cyan gauze overlapped like clouds and mist condensed from moonlight.
His collar remained wide open, revealing delicate collarbones and shoulder lines.
His silver white hair spilled loose, tiny gemstones set among the strands and refracting rainbow light beneath the sun.
Fine red cords circled his ankles and wrists, each strung with tiny golden bells. Delicate and exquisite, they chimed with his movements, clear as pearls falling onto