Does he look good, he asked…
Song Zhuyu stared at those crimson pupils, a faint tremor coursing through his entire body. His spirit artifact… turned out to be… the demon's eye? Like Pandora's box bursting open, memories flooded back to him— he recalled the moment he first picked it up, all the instances it had accompanied him throughout his battles, and the countless days it had spent snugly in his pocket. It had never strayed far from his body, as he always carried it whenever he went.
It's been years…
The demon had had his eyes set on him for years.
All this time, that forsaken eye had stuck to him, remained fixated on him and him alone, and observed his every move. But he never realized anything at all.
"Haha…" faint laughter slipped out of Song Zhuyu's lips, unbidden. Then as if something had broken inside him, he laughed again, louder this time, the back of his head colliding with the wall.
