For the first time in a very long while, she felt that someone had truly understood what she had been trying to say. Without grand speeches, without pity, without excessive admiration, without trying to fix what was broken. Simply... understood.
Silence enveloped them once more, a cloak of tranquility that seemed to shield them from the outside world. This time, Gao Ziyue felt no need whatsoever to fill it with words. It was curious how, in just a few hours, talking with Kyrian had become something so natural.
There were no masks, no political games, and no excessive caution with every sentence. She simply... could be herself.
Down below, the auctioneer announced another spiritual treasure, an ancient cultivation technique preserved within a scroll of golden silk. The audience responded with exclamations of surprise, and the sound of bids echoed throughout the grand hall.
