Because it was too clear, it could reflect many things.
Lu Xin saw himself in those eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.
It was like a key point. When he felt a slight shock in his heart, his fear quickly grew.
Lu Xin's anger was quickly fading away, and he could see many things in those eyes. Whether it was his own or others, they were so vivid, yet so pitiful, so fragile, like an illusion.
He was roaring angrily in the empty space, throwing a tantrum.
Then, they looked at the person in the depths of their consciousness fiercely, as if they were enemies.
However, the other party was only calm, which made it impossible for him to vent his anger.
Gradually, this anger turned into a feeling of powerlessness and sorrow.
"How sad ..."
"Why does the most powerful existence need the most fragile thing to bring a sense of security?"
“..”
Lu Xin took a deep breath and began to regain his senses.