This glance brushed past Si Huang, who was almost within his reach. It was clearly just a blink of an eye, but it extended infinitely in Wang Jinchong's eyes, and it made his memory at this moment extremely clear. The breath was so close that he couldn't see the entire face clearly, only the pair of dark green eyes that met his eyes.
It was deeper than emerald and more lustrous than jade. A layer of cold mist covered the surface. His gaze was like a cold creature that had stung him, and his entire body went numb. This wasn't a beautiful sight. It was even more terrifying, but it was so dark that it gave people a shocking cold beauty.
