Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 588: Drunk

Gao Ziyue and Kyrian left the Sky Family’s private room through the reserved exit, a passage specially built so that members of the family could enter and leave the auction without drawing attention. It was a discreet corridor, hidden behind what appeared to be an ordinary wall, known by very few outside the family.

As soon as they passed through the door, the commotion of the grand hall disappeared completely, as though it had been severed by an invisible blade. The sounds of voices, bids, and auction hammers were replaced by a deep, absolute silence.

The corridor was narrow, long, and quiet. Its black stone walls were covered with subtle inscriptions that absorbed every sound, making even footsteps almost imperceptible, a soundproofing technology that seemed to swallow the very vibrations of the air.

Spirit lanterns attached to the ceiling at regular intervals cast a soft golden glow, enough to illuminate the path without straining the eyes, creating an atmosphere of comforting twilight.

A thick, soft carpet covered the entire floor, muffling every step, while the air carried a faint scent of aged wood mixed with the fragrance of spiritual flowers, an aroma that soothed the senses.

Gao Ziyue walked one step ahead, her movements fluid and confident. Djiva slept deeply upon her left palm, a tiny treasure she protected with the care of someone holding something far too precious to let fall.

The little four-legged serpent had only just been born, and its tiny body remained curled up on itself, breathing slowly and peacefully. Its purple scales, so dark they seemed to absorb the surrounding light, subtly reflected the glow of the lanterns, creating tiny gleams that danced like stars.

The thin golden lines spread across its body still shimmered from time to time, like embers hidden beneath ashes, a constant reminder of the life energy pulsing within it.

Every now and then, its tiny tail twitched on its own in its sleep, an involuntary gesture that made Gao Ziyue smile.

The Heir of the Sky constantly lowered her gaze to look at it, as though she still could not believe that the little creature truly existed, that it was hers. An involuntary smile remained on her face, one she neither needed to hide nor restrain.

Little more than half an hour earlier, that egg had been nothing more than a rare auction item, an object of incalculable value that could have ended up in anyone else’s hands.

Now, it was her little companion, a life she had helped bring into the world, a creature that already recognized her as family.

Her very first thought upon looking at Djiva had not been to identify its species or calculate its potential. It had not been to evaluate its worth as a spiritual beast or imagine how she could use it. She had only felt the desire to protect it, to keep it safe, to watch it grow and flourish.

As she walked, she gently stroked the little serpent’s head with the tip of her index finger, tracing delicate patterns across its scales.

"She fell asleep quickly..." she murmured softly, more to herself than to him.

Kyrian discreetly glanced at the creature, his violet eyes sweeping over its tiny curled-up form.

"She used a lot of energy to break out of the egg."

"Yes..." Gao Ziyue smiled, a smile filled with pure tenderness.

"She must be completely exhausted."

The two fell silent once more, a silence that did not need to be filled. Curiously, neither of them felt any need to fill that emptiness with conversation.

It was a comfortable silence, one that had naturally formed after everything that had happened that night: the Celestial Lirium Wine, the heartfelt conversations, the confessions, Djiva’s birth, and the choice of her name. Every moment had become another layer added to the bond between them, and now, simply walking side by side was enough.

At the end of the corridor, a heavy stone door opened automatically, its hinges moving with a silence that bordered on perfection. A cool night breeze swept into the passage, carrying with it the scents of the Sky Caravan at night, a world of sensations waiting for them outside.

The two left the auction building, and the contrast was immediate and striking.

Outside, the Sky Caravan seemed even more alive than before, as though the night had awakened a different energy, more vibrant, more pulsating. Countless spirit lanterns floated above the streets, emitting golden, bluish, and greenish lights that painted the night sky with vivid colors.

Some were equipped with small formations that caused glowing flower petals to drift gently over the avenues, creating a rain of light that seemed almost magical.

The artificial sky created by the Caravan’s great formations shone like an eternal twilight, a spectacle of colors that never repeated itself in quite the same way.

In the distance, enormous jade bridges connected different districts of the mobile city, each illuminated by rows of lanterns that formed arches of light over the empty space below.

The scent of roasted meat, freshly baked bread, spiritual sweets, and aromatic herbs blended with the breeze, creating an olfactory symphony that awakened every sense. It was the fragrance of the Caravan at night, one that could only be found there.

But what drew the most attention was the crowd. The four great auctions had ended at almost exactly the same time, and now thousands of cultivators filled the streets like a flowing human river.

Some passionately discussed the treasures they had acquired, their voices rising with excitement. Others complained about the outrageous prices, shaking their heads in frustration.

There were groups celebrating major purchases with raised goblets, merchants closing impromptu deals along the streets, and disciples from various sects proudly showing off their new treasures to their impressed companions.

The central plaza was overflowing with voices, a true sea of sounds crashing together and blending into a vibrant cacophony. It was a genuine celebration, the culmination of days of anticipation and competition.

The Sky Caravan truly lived up to its reputation as a bustling city, a center where cultures from across the continent met and intertwined.

It was then that he felt a gentle tug on his sleeve.

"This way."