Those exquisitely delicate eyes, even the cold iron of the world could not help but be etched with heavy marks.
Gu Changjing seemed to be captivated by that gaze, stunned and unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
When he finally reacted, a faintly sweet and bloody scent swept gently over him. He opened his eyes wide, looking at the elegant Ning Feiyan in front of him. She slightly tilted her head down and, with her fair fingertips, took off the bright red gemstone pendant beside her ear, raising her hand to hang it between the iron spear's edge.
The crimson gemstone reflected the cold iron-gray spear, casting an enchanting sinister beauty in the deep night.
She offered a smile and said, "Old Master Gu, this Evergreen Spear has been under your gaze for so many years. Its rustic and crude appearance inevitably seems a bit monotonous and dull. This gem is temporarily lent to you, giving your vision a touch of aesthetics, which is great."
