Using the ice mirror that Thomas conjured with a spell, Zheng Qing saw his 'red eye'.
To be precise, he saw one of his eyes had turned red - it was not both of his eyes that had turned red, but only his right eye.
This was unlike the ominous crimson of the demon's eyes; nor was it like the clear and bright ruby-like eyes of the little white rabbits.
Zheng Qing's right eye looked as if it had been punched hard, and atop the white of the eye were irregular patches of blood clots of various sizes, making it look quite tragic at first glance.
"It appears to be a subconjunctival hemorrhage caused by the rupture of the conjunctive blood vessels," Thomas, wearing silk gloves, cautiously pulled back Zheng Qing's eyelids, carefully examining them, and between his fingers were beads of light the size of mung beans.
Zheng Qing squinted his left eye, withdrew his neck, and let Thomas stuff those mung bean-sized orbs under his eyelids,
