Lady Rot Rose did not speak further after her earlier words. Instead, she simply looked at Han Yu, her gaze steady, calm, and far too knowing. Then, almost lazily, she shifted her eyes toward a seat placed across from her.
It was not a command.
Yet it might as well have been one.
Han Yu understood immediately.
He stepped forward without hesitation and took the seat she indicated. His movements were smooth, controlled, neither hurried nor overly cautious. Even as he sat, his senses remained stretched to their limits, quietly observing every detail within the pavilion.
Lady Rot Rose watched him settle, her fingers idly turning the slender pipe in her hand.
Then she gave it a light twist.
The effect was immediate.
SHUA
From somewhere within the pavilion, a crystalline bottle rose into the air, moving as though guided by an invisible hand. It drifted gracefully across the open space and came to rest on the table before Han Yu.
The bottle was exquisite.
