Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 600: A Hug

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Previously on Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation...

Gao Ziyue and Kyrian share a peaceful evening in a tavern with the young Djiva. Djiva shows trust in Kyrian, and Gao Ziyue reflects on her solitude contrasted with the comfort of the present moment. A shared candied fruit leads to a moment of blushing intimacy between Gao Ziyue and Kyrian, though Kyrian seems unaware of its significance.

Time passed strangely that night, so slowly that, as they talked, each minute seemed to carry its own weight, filled with meaning and presence, and, at the same time, so quickly that, when they finally realized it, several hours had disappeared like smoke in the wind, taking the night with them and bringing the dawn closer than they would have liked.

Lunavinc Tavern was becoming increasingly quiet, the activity of the early evening giving way to a tranquility that only arrived during the later hours.

The great fireplace remained lit, casting an orange glow over the stone walls and dark wooden beams, its flames dancing in a hypnotic rhythm that seemed to follow the breathing of the few customers who still remained.

The flames crackled softly, consuming the last pieces of firewood as small sparks rose through the chimney, like runaway stars searching for the sky.

Outside, the night advanced, the Sky Caravan slowly settling beneath the dark mantle of the artificial sky. The lights of the floating lanterns were beginning to dim, some going out as the night deepened. The streets, once full of life and movement, were now almost empty.

Inside the tavern, however, Kyrian and Gao Ziyue remained seated at the same table, motionless as if time did not pass for them.

The conversation had taken completely unexpected paths, like a river dividing into multiple branches, each leading to a different place.

It had begun with simple topics, the food, the Sky Caravan, the places Kyrian still did not know, and the changes Gao Ziyue had noticed since her last visit.

But little by little, the topics had deepened, the layers of superficiality being removed one by one.

Gao Ziyue had begun talking about her childhood, her words flowing naturally. Not dramatically, not like someone seeking pity or understanding. Just sharing small memories, like someone flipping through a photo album and sharing the most cherished images.

"When I was a child, I hated etiquette lessons." She said, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes lost in distant memories.

"For hours, I had to learn how to sit, how to speak, how to receive guests, and even how to hold a cup. It felt like every movement of my body was being evaluated, every breath being measured."

Kyrian looked at her, his violet eyes fixed on her face.

"Sounds exhausting."

"It was terrible." She laughed, a sound that carried more nostalgia than bitterness.

"I preferred running through the gardens, exploring the hidden corners of the Sky Tower. Anything that could get me out of that classroom."

"Did you manage to?"

"Sometimes." A mischievous glimmer appeared in her eyes, a spark of the child she had once been.

"But they always found me. My guards had a special talent for finding me in the most unlikely places."

Kyrian smiled, imagining a little Gao Ziyue running through enormous corridors.

"So you were a troublesome child."

Gao Ziyue put on an offended expression, her eyes widening in feigned indignation.

"I was a perfectly obedient child."

"You just said you used to run away from your lessons."

"That doesn’t mean I was troublesome."

"Then what does it mean?"

She thought for a few seconds, a smile slowly forming on her lips.

"That I had a free spirit."

Kyrian smiled, a low laugh escaping before he could contain it.

"I see."

Gao Ziyue laughed as well, and the sound filled the space between them like music.

Then, however, her expression gradually changed, the joy giving way to a deeper serenity. She told him about her early years of cultivation, about the pressure of possessing the Thousand Illusions Heavenly Physique, and about the gazes of the elders that always seemed to be evaluating her, always expecting more.

Everyone expected her to be extraordinary, not merely talented, but extraordinary. She was supposed to advance rapidly, she was supposed to represent the Sky Family, she was supposed to surpass the young people of her generation, she was supposed to become an existence capable of carrying the family’s future.

Every advancement of hers was celebrated, every small failure was analyzed under a magnifying glass, and every period of stagnation became a topic among the elders, who debated the reasons and the solutions.

"Sometimes I just wanted to cultivate without anyone knowing." She confessed, her voice quieter.

"Without someone asking how much I had advanced, without someone comparing my cultivation with someone else’s, without someone saying that I should be able to achieve more because I have a Heavenly Physique."

She slowly turned the cup between her fingers, watching the liquid swirl.

"I think that’s why I started using illusions to hide absolutely everything about myself from others. Not just my appearance, but my energy, my progress, my emotions. I became an expert at disappearing."

That sentence remained in the air, filled with meaning.

Kyrian understood.

The conversation changed again, naturally flowing into another topic. It was his turn to speak, and Gao Ziyue learned more about his Innate Talent.

The more Kyrian explained, the more surprised she became. Her eyes remained attentive to every word, her mind processing the implications.

"So your eyes can absorb Qi directly?" She asked, leaning slightly forward.

"Yes."

"Without needing to follow the conventional circulation process?"

"To some extent."

"And they can also see energy structures?"

"Yes. Formations, techniques, even the flow of Qi within other cultivators."

Gao Ziyue fell silent, her fingers tapping softly against the table. Once, twice. She was thinking, processing the information.

"That is extraordinarily rare. An Innate Talent like yours is something I have never heard of, even in ancient stories."