Jieyin did not answer. He stepped toward the lake.
With every step, he trod on solid ground. The lake water froze into transparent ice beneath his feet, supporting his weight.
When he reached Zhunti's opposite side, Su Miao thought he was about to say something.
To her surprise, martial uncle Jieyin started dancing?!!!
Su Miao's mind crashed.
Jieyin's dance was completely different from Zhunti's.
Zhunti was passionate and flamboyant, like oil poured onto raging flames.
Jieyin was tranquil and restrained, like still waters running deep.
There was a whole world within his unassuming movements. Just a simple lift of his hand made it impossible to look away.
His bare feet tapped the water. The moment his toes touched the lake's surface, golden lotuses bloomed beneath his feet, layer upon layer of petals unfurling in the water as golden light flowed around them.
His expression was so focused that it was as though he were doing something sacred.
Faced with his martial brother's subtle provocation, Zhunti showed not the slightest displeasure. Instead, he became even more interested.
The two brothers had known each other for years. No one knew the other's limits better than they did.
Jieyin had never competed with him before.
But now, he was competing.
His martial brother had finally taken that step.
The corner of Zhunti's mouth lifted slightly. He raised a brow at Jieyin, spun around, and began dancing again.
His toes touched the water as his body spun lightly. His silver hair drew an arc through the air. Bells chimed sharply and passionately.
Jieyin remained unhurried. With a flip, his toes touched the water, sending ripples outward. Golden Lotuses bloomed beneath his feet, one after another, carpeting half the lake.
Not to be outdone, Zhunti leaped into the air, leaving a trail of multicolored light