"Aiya!
My eyes!"
In another Inner Dock cabin, after withdrawing his Divine Sense, the Old Daoist covered his eyes, rolling on the floor in agony!
"You little bastard!
What have you done to my eyes?
It hurts like hell!"
The Old Daoist hurriedly cast a Spell Technique to heal his eyes, but to no avail. No matter how profound or ingenious the Spell Technique he employed, it simply couldn't cure his eyes. Not only did it fail to heal them, but the more he tried, the more intense the pain became.
This searing, fiery pain was like being burned by flames, or as if someone were endlessly stabbing his eyes with needles—a truly heart-wrenching agony.
The key was that his eyes weren't just in pain; they were also unbearably itchy. The itch was so maddening that the Old Daoist felt like gouging his own eyeballs out.
"Ah!
My eyes!"
The Old Daoist was breaking down.
Completely breaking down.
Because he discovered his eyes were hurting more and more, and no matter what Spell Technique he used, there wasn't the slightest effect. At this moment, he slumped on the floor, his eyes swollen into two large bulges like a toad's, tears streaming uncontrollably. The Old Daoist's ten fingers were curled like eagle talons; he didn't know whether to press on them or scratch them.
This torment of simultaneous pain and itch was making him wish for death.
He regretted it.
Regretted why he had to provoke that kid for no good reason.
Regretted why he had to spy.
So what if that kid was mysterious? Let him be mysterious! Why bother testing him at all!
So what if that kid was shameless? Let him be shameless! Why bother caring about him!
The Old Daoist regretted it to death.
However.
Besides regret, what filled him more was rage.
A bellyful of fury made the Old Daoist tremble all over. Gnashing his teeth, he said, "You damnable little bastard who won't die a good death, just you wait! I won't let you off!"
"Aiya!
My eyes!"
"It hurts so much...
Aiya, it itches so badly!
What do I do!"
"No!
I can't just let this go! Even if my eyes are ruined and go blind, I have to go settle the score with that little bastard! I can't let him off so easily!"
"This time, I'll make you into a salted fish!"
In another Inner Dock cabin, a scene was unfolding.
Yunyan Fairy was inherently aloof and cold, without even a single friend.
Moreover, she didn't know this man at all; this was their first meeting. Not only did she not know him, she didn't even know who he was, what his status was, what kind of existence he represented, or even his name.
She only knew this man was powerful, powerful beyond her imagination.
She was not an Immortal, nor a Buddha, but a Demon.
Mortal morals and ethics, she didn't care about in the slightest, nor did she pay them any mind.
Originally, she had thought to quickly satisfy the other party's demands and end this game.
She just hadn't expected things to develop like this.
Yunyan Fairy lay quietly on the bed, gazing at the man beside her.
This was the first time she had ever looked at a man so carefully. For some reason, a peculiar feeling inexplicably arose within her heart.
The man now lay quietly on the bed, one hand resting on his forehead, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing somewhat heavy, as if he had fallen asleep.
Yunyan Fairy raised her hand, intending to touch the man's cheek, but her hand stopped mid-air and withdrew.
How strange!
So strange that even Yunyan Fairy herself didn't know why she had done that.
"Little lady, what are you looking at me for?"
"I..." Yunyan Fairy only uttered the word 'I', paused for a moment, and then said nothing more.
"What is it?"
"It's nothing..."