Strangely, as Zhou Mei's gaze fell directly onto Xiao Ming's starry eyes, she quickly averted her gaze, her face flushed.
It was not out of any romantic attraction but rather the simple discomfort of being caught staring so openly at someone, especially a stranger of the opposite sex.
Society had its own unspoken rules, and Zhou Mei, despite her cultivation prowess, understood that such a direct, prolonged look could send unintended signals.
She couldn't afford to send the wrong impression. Yet, as a cultivator, she swiftly regained her composure, her face freezing into an impassive mask, but not in Xiao Ming's direction.
The flush on her cheeks slowly faded, replaced by an air of aloof indifference.
As time passed, the crowd around them buzzed with growing excitement.
The name of Zhou Mei's family echoed through the air, with whispers spreading like wildfire, all of them drawing attention to the young woman who had momentarily caught the gaze of the crowd.
