Such scaly creatures often engender a sense of the bizarre, yet the White Snake before our eyes possessed only a serene and sacred quality. Its unblemished white scales glided through the chant, its colossal frame passing over the railing without causing any damage.
The snake's body even conveyed an indescribable lightness.
Xu Menglang, too, fell momentarily silent, and the voices on the entire floor seemed to lower a notch.
"I heard Miss Cui appreciates swordsmanship prodigies. It seems you must be quite skilled with a sword," Xu Menglang said, smiling at the youth as the snake's head passed by their level. "Perhaps you really might seize the chance later with your sword. In this kind of place today, having even one more person remember us is a precious opportunity that's hard to come by."
Xu Menglang lowered his head and poured him a cup of tea as well, "It's a pity though, I brought Poetry and Prose, but today I can only play a supporting role."