Although Meng Chuan knew Ruthless was changing the subject, he did not call her out or keep pressing her about what she wanted to avoid.
He simply watched her prepare the tea leaves she had collected, step by step.
Every movement flowed smoothly. Ruthless seemed thoroughly familiar with the process.
And with someone as breathtaking as her, every gesture held a beauty that made it impossible not to admire her.
At that moment, Ruthless had a different kind of charm from usual.
She seemed not to notice Meng Chuan's gaze and went on with the task at hand.
When everything was ready, she placed a crystal-clear teacup before him.
"The Great Emperor really does keep her word," Meng Chuan said with a smile.
"Did you think I would break my promise?" Ruthless asked.
"Of course not. I've always trusted you."
Meng Chuan tasted the tea she had made for him and could not help nodding.
"It's good. Better than I expected."
"Looks like I've missed out on a lot."
"I thought these tea leaves tasted quite good. I'm glad you like them," Ruthless said coolly, her mask back in place.
Meng Chuan kept his eyes on her, a gentle smile on his face. "And?"
"You collected more than just this kind of tea leaf, didn't you?"
"One kind at a time. We'll see about the others later," Ruthless replied.
"All right. Then I have something to look forward to." Meng Chuan did not mind leaving it for the future.
For some reason, he felt increasingly certain that he could transcend the Great Dao after entering Dao Union. What was going on?
"But..." Still watching Ruthless, he went on.
"What about the other thing?"
"I..." Ruthless started to speak, then stopped. She fell silent for a while, as though thinking.
"You