The Art of Conversation

Mm... as though he had seen something beautiful.

"Isn't this too powerful?" Zhao Bai clicked his tongue. "Even such an absurd wish could be granted? Was Schicksal some kind of all-purpose wishing machine?"

"Your request has been fulfilled as instructed."

Amber approached beneath an identical black umbrella. Looking at the rain before her bursting like shattered silver bottles, she forgot to breathe for a moment.

It truly was beautiful.

But the problem was... this had all been burned out of money!

Zhao Bai walked forward, his umbrella just enough to cover both of them. Silver-white light slid over the two groups by the roadside. The officers' riot shields were transparent, and the protesters' plastic raincoats were transparent as well. Water droplets fell at their feet, raising silver-white mist, like a holy war poised to erupt.

Zhao Bai and Bronya passed through the center of the battlefield.

Silence.

Zhao Bai stared at the scattered rain when the bar suddenly spoke:

"Bronya, do you know about the Still Water Realm within the Taixu Divine Sword?"

"A little."

Bronya recalled what she had read in the database. "One's state of mind is like still water, neither sorrowful nor joyful, and difficult for external things to disturb."

Zhao Bai said nothing.

He tilted his umbrella slightly so he could see the black clouds glowing with a hazy light.

Silver-white raindrops fell from the sky.

The falling rain accelerated through the air, like slender strands of hair.

Lines converged into a surface.

Zhao Bai tilted his head, feeling that he ought to come up with a poetic title for himself as well.

"..."

"Three thousand guests drunk on flowers fill the hall, one sword's light chills..."

"Cough, cough... never mind."

Zhao Bai pointed upward. The falling rain instantly froze, like solidified stars. This was his