Just for an instant, Yang Jian's face twisted in pain, as the Heavenly Eye was much more sensitive than a normal eye when injured.
Thankfully, tears finally came, and Yang Jian managed to make the payment.
It's just that the usually majestic vertical Heavenly Eye now looked a bit comical.
He thought about using mana to heal the Heavenly Eye right away, but when he looked up, he saw Chen Nuo at the staircase entrance, observing him as if watching a play.
Even with just one glance, Yang Jian felt that his imagination of his savior and senior's appearance was far too superficial and entirely unworthy.
How could such a perfect visage belong to a mere warrior like him?
Yang Jian, regardless of his own injuries, hurried forward to kneel.
"Younger generation Yang Jian, greets the senior benefactor."
Chen Nuo rolled his eyes, wondering why these people were so dramatic. What's with all the kneeling?
With a slight lift of his hand in the air, he prevented Yang Jian from kneeling.