Chapitre 495: Leftover Tea Shatters the Crimson Gown

A fiendish intent emerged from the depths of the space between her eyebrows.

An incomparably terrifying and oppressive force appeared in the silent Hundred Herb Garden.

Chen Changsheng blankly stared at her face, feeling that fiendish intent emanating from her brow and the sea of oppressive might around him. He subconsciously ceased his struggles, vaguely guessing that something must have occurred.

She was looking at his eyes. Could it be that the problem was within his eyes?

No, the eyes were the window to the soul.

Through his eyes, she was seeing his sea of consciousness.

She couldn't see what he was thinking, but she could keenly sense that spiritual sense which was not at all his own.