Bu Qing stood behind Feng Liang, her heart still pounding in her chest after witnessing his display of power. His golden eyes, which moments ago had glowed with such intensity that they seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality, now looked calm... almost serene.
It was as if the man before her was capable of switching between godlike power and a tranquil demeanor at will. She had never seen anything like it, and it left her feeling a mixture of awe, fear, and something else she couldn't quite place.
The silence between them felt heavy, as if there were words hanging in the air that neither of them dared to speak.
Bu Qing's hands fidgeted at her sides as she nervously played with the fabric of her sleeves, unsure of how to break the quiet. Should she say something? Should she ask him about the golden eyes or the power he had displayed?
