Kyrian nodded slowly, processing the information. It was fascinating, a wine that defied the very laws of cultivation, one that placed everyone who drank it on equal footing, regardless of their strength. A rarity he would never find anywhere else.
He made sure to commit that information to memory, alongside all the other lessons he had learned since arriving at the Sky Caravan.
Then he returned to drinking in small sips, slowly savoring each layer of flavor that revealed itself, every subtle nuance that had previously escaped his perception.
Meanwhile, Gao Ziyue found herself watching him.
Without realizing it, her gaze settled on his face, studying every detail with an attention she could not explain.
His black hair fell naturally over his face, showing no concern whatsoever for appearance, a stark contrast to the young masters who spent hours arranging their perfectly groomed hairstyles.
