It was only a moment, but Yang Jian's face twisted in pain, as his Heavenly Eye was much more sensitive to injury and pain than normal eyes.
Fortunately, the tears still came, and Yang Jian successfully made the payment.
Yet, the once imposing vertical Heavenly Eye now seemed slightly comical.
He was just about to use his mana to heal his Heavenly Eye when he looked up and caught sight of Chen Nuo standing at the stairwell, watching the scene like it was a play.
Even with a single glance, Yang Jian felt his fanciful imaginings about his benefactor and senior's appearance were far too shallow and utterly unworthy.
How could he, a mere warrior, ever hope to envision the perfect visage of such a benefactor and senior?
Yang Jian could no longer worry about his injury and hurried forward, intending to kneel in worship.
"Junior Yang Jian pays respects to the senior benefactor," he said.