The dark brown turtle shell reflected Yu Hua's God Stick's blind-shine filled eye, making it glisten with oiliness.
Initially, Hang Yishao didn't notice the eyes of Yu Hua's God Stick, but his mind was muddled by the clashing sound of the turtle shell and coins, so he adjusted his gaze. When his eyes landed on the God Stick's eyes, he felt an inexplicable pain in his chest. The blind-shine, like white flowers, seemed to burst open in his mind. In an instant, he felt as if he was hanging upside down from a high place, his hand firmly grasped by someone.
Hang Yishao's breathing became rapid, like after a vigorous exercise, sweat poured down his forehead and into his eyes like a heavy waterfall. However, Hang Yishao dared not blink, he even refrained from crying out to Fei Qing beside him. His gaze remained on the blind-shine, and as he looked further up, he was about to see clearly whose hand was holding his, almost there.
