Feng Cheng's tone was full of covetousness, his gaze completely spared the village chief, who was still lying on the ground; instead, he was intensely interested in He Qing, especially her right eye, which was now swirling with spiritual light—it was his main focus of attention.
Although he was unsure how unusual He Qing's right eye was, one thing he was certain of was that this eye contained an incredibly pure power that was too tempting! If he could consume it, why would he waste so much time here deliberating?
He had misjuded the situation!
Feng Cheng's skin was pale, his pupils deep brown, and a profound desire lurked in the depth of his eyes. The fierce firelight even cast shadows of his long eyelashes on his face. The faint crow's feet at the corners of his eyes added a touch of time-tainted charm to his whole persona.
