"Your eyes!"
The Gypsy witch shrieked, her finger tracing the remaining half of the leaf, her expression one of helplessness.
At her exclamation, the cobra, originally lain slack on the ground, perked up as though discovering a new world, its attention zealously directed towards the young cost student. Its vibrant red split tongue flicked back and forth in the air, akin to a wind-battered rubber band.
"Eyes?"
Zheng Qing touched his eyelid, perplexed. He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his eyes. On the contrary, because of the dispersal of the terrifying magical fluctuation just now, he felt uniquely relaxed.
"Hmm, your eyes have turned red again." Old Yao pointed his finger, causing a small stream of water to leap out from the Lin Zhong Lake. It formed a sphere, then in front of Zheng Qing, it condensed into a watery mirror.
Through this water mirror, Zheng Qing saw a pair of blood-red eyes, as if they were made of ruby.
