Those were a pair of pale cyan eyes, which, upon opening, surged with Sword Qi, and then, everything settled into silence.
From those eyes, no expression could be seen anymore.
Yet, even so, the figure clad in bronze armor, holding the Cyan Peak Longsword, standing upright, still brought an inexplicable shock to people.
It's akin to the moment when the world first saw the Terracotta Warriors.
"Not bad."
Qin Yang's eyes shone brightly as he gently tapped the Bronze Soldier, feeling a sense of hardness from the cold armor.
"Qin Yang, is this the soldier puppet from the scroll? It's so handsome."
Having just entered the Osmanthus Forest, Ruan Xinxue's beautiful eyes also lit up as she surveyed the Bronze Soldier, whose face bore stern lines like a loyal and cold guardian.
"Well, just don't know how strong it is."
Qin Yang smiled slightly and nodded.
"Sister Ruan, step back."
Qin Yang said to Ruan Xinxue.
