Xinzi's third eye opened, divine light flashed by the manuscript, scanning its content. In Yuemi's handwriting, two sets of oddly similar mnemonics lay there. The first depicted a cultivation method that Xinzi had heard of, but never seen. The second seemed like a slight alteration that perverted that cultivation method's core principles.
Ignoring the manuscript, Xinzi shifted his attention back to Yuemi. She too observed him with scrutiny—so much so that he could only see his reflection in her wide-open eyes.
"Where did you learn all these crude mortal habits from? The clan elders wouldn't approve."
