Dong Rui's gaze turned contemplative as she absorbed Liang's words. It was as if time itself had paused, inviting her to immerse herself in the enigmatic aura surrounding Liang. "I see," she murmured, her voice filled with curiosity. "I can feel that Mr. Liang is a runic cultivator, isn't he?"
A wry smile touched Liang's lips, hidden from Rui's sight. She had fallen completely into his carefully crafted facade, believing every word he spoke. "A Runic Cultivator? Indeed, I could be considered one. But please, call me Liang. I am not comfortable with being addressed as 'mister'."
Rui's chuckle danced in the air, a sound filled with both warmth and familiarity. "So, how long has Brother Liang been cultivating?"
Liang's voice carried a hint of casual nonchalance. "Around two months or so."
