"So you're just going to stand outside and not invite me in to sit? Or are you afraid I'll eat you up?"
All the residents nearby were Daoist disciples of the academy, some already peering over, pointing and whispering. The attention towards the aloof fairy of the academy's double lists was ubiquitous, and every tiny peculiarity could become tomorrow's news at the academy.
Zhao Xintong hurriedly opened the gate, not knowing why she hadn't refused, or maybe refusing would have been futile anyway, for this person was habitually domineering. Was he someone who listened to advice?
The small courtyard was very tidy, almost without the decorations typical of a woman's dwelling, except for a Buddha's hand gourd planted in one corner of the yard, which was the only bit of greenery and perhaps conformed to the Daoist's aesthetic.
Simple and plain.
But everyone's character and preference are indeed different.