“Are you uncomfortable?” Lingfeng took a moment to observe Tianming’s eye, but couldn't see anything.

“I don't feel anything at all, but it can’t be good." Tianming frowned. 

“I think it’s safer if we gouge out your eyeball," said Yu Ziqian. 

“Fuck off." After poking himself several times to no avail, Tianming said, "Is she sick in the head? I don’t even know her, but the first thing she does is to throw her eye at me and utter a bunch of gibberish. I must stop her and get her to explain herself.” 

“Bro, she’s way stronger than you. Your ranking on the imperial star ranking is a little exaggerated, but hers is solid." Yu Ziqian appeared anxious. 

Tianming looked inside; there was a more important matter at hand, which was to enter the tomb at once. Everything about the stunning girl flashed in his mind—her eyes, the way she spoke, and so on. 

"Who is the little fish waiting for?" He was baffled. While his attention was occupied, he failed to notice that the little...