"It's rare," Milson said, his voice smooth, deliberate. "To meet someone with the Divine Garden."
Ace didn't answer immediately.
His eyes traced over the man's composed posture, the way he held the brush with casual precision, like someone accustomed to control.
A faint tension coiled in his gut, but he pushed it aside, letting a smirk tug at his lips.
"Likewise," he finally replied, lacing his words with sarcasm.
The man chuckled, unfazed. "The name's Milson. Milson Edinburg. And yours?"
"Xiao Zhi," Ace answered without hesitation.
"Alright, Xiao Zhi," Milson said, resting his hands on the table. "I'll permit you four questions."
Ace's eyes narrowed slightly. "I can ask anything?" he asked, wary of any hidden conditions.
Milson nodded. "Yes, anything. But don't expect solid answers for things I know nothing about, well, let's see... like immortality, eternal life, or maintaining beauty for life."
He smirked. "Now, you have three questions left."
Ace's lips twitched.
