"So, you said your name was Mo Xing?" Her eldest brother questioned, his eyes narrowing. "The 'friend' who saved Li Hao from the Void Temple?"
Li Hua stuffed a steamed bun into her mouth, using the excuse of eating to observe the interaction. She'd deliberately let Little Firefly materialize—a calculated move to see Mo Xing's reaction. As expected, his eyes had flickered with interest at the sight of her unique spirit beast, but her brother's interrogation kept him from commenting.
She watched the verbal sparring match between them with growing fascination. Little Firefly drifted uncertainly between the three of them, his delicate golden feathers ruffling with each pointed question and measured response, like autumn leaves disturbed by conflicting winds. Her gaze bounced from Mo Xing's carefully measured responses to her brother's precise questioning, feeling rather like a referee in a match where she couldn't quite determine the rules—or the stakes.
