Caught between them as he watched this scene, Zeng Mu felt that something was strange.
Neither woman seemed uncomfortable, yet he sensed an incongruous clash in their eyes and the auras they gave off. It seemed to be the kind of conflict that could not be reconciled, which was precisely what puzzled him. After all, this was their first meeting. How could things already have reached such a point?
This doesn't feel like a matter of emotional superiority. It's more like their whole selves... he muttered inwardly.
Madea picked up the cup on the table, filled it with wine, and raised it toward Zeng Mu. "Viscount Nameless, let me offer you the first toast. Congratulations on becoming Lord Qidunston's apprentice." Without waiting for his response, she parted her full red lips and drained the wine.
From his own standpoint, Zeng Mu could have refused her.
But considering her status and their present surroundings, offending her with a rash refusal would certainly bring him no good. With minimizing conflict and seeking good fortune while avoiding disaster as his personal epitaph, Zeng Mu could only rise and lift his cup, accepting her toast by drinking without a word.
Madea watched him. Although she said nothing, the satisfaction on her face said it all.
A woman's intuition was often the most frightening thing of all. It transcended the five senses and could sometimes even rival an Elementalist's perception. This was the sixth sense born of the soul.
The sixth sense only gave an explicit warning when it was certain. At all other times, it lay silent, preparing for its next warning. Thus, its accuracy surpassed that of the five senses. Ma Linya knew perfectly well that hers had never given a false alarm. That was why, from the very moment she met Madea,