"Is that so?" From within the Night Palace, Zhao Changhe's voice suddenly resonated: "Your plan is so touching... but I don't agree."
Ye Wuming was stunned for a moment, looking down into the realm. How could Zhao Changhe still speak of his own will?
Yet, behind Zhao Changhe's head slowly appeared the phantom of a pair of eyes, the pupils enchanting and charming, glittering like stars.
Ye Wuming's heart skipped a beat: "How... did you do it?"
Though aware that Zhao Changhe had probably long known and prepared for the eyes behind him, he had never seen him take any specific action against them. How did he expel the eyes behind him? Since he could expel them, was his earlier controlled behavior a mere performance? Just to see what Ye Wuming intended to do?
"Borrowed for three years, it's time to return it!"
"Whoosh, whoosh," the phantom eyes returned to Ye Wuming's body, the once-dead and desolate eyes now sparkling with spirit, like autumn water.
