Qi Jinguang's eyes turned sharp as swords. He stared straight at Golden Toad Son, his clear black-and-white eyes radiating a keen edge.
Even Wu Man, who had been casually smoking beside them, furrowed his brow and looked at Qi Jinguang with newfound interest. This young man is impressive.
People said the eyes were the windows to the soul, but most people's gazes were actually quite empty.
This emptiness didn't mean they lacked thoughts. Rather, they had too many thoughts, which only added distractions and left their eyes dull and unfocused, like a fog.
But some people had exceptionally vivid eyes. Either they had a clear goal in their hearts and a will as firm as rock,
or they had weathered great storms, their temperaments hardened like iron. They had seen through the warmth and coldness of human nature and become impervious to every poison.
Especially those whose hands were stained with blood, whose eyes had truly seen them kill. The killing intent and decisiveness that had settled in their gaze were impossible to hide and hardest of all to fake.
But the gaze of the young Qi Jinguang before them possessed an entirely different quality—keen sharpness!
It was a sharpness untouched by the complexities of the world, yet already cutting through every illusion, like a peerless sword fresh from the forge, quenched and honed to a razor edge.
Its cold gleam was contained, its edge unmistakable. Untouched by worldly grime, it pointed straight at the heart.
To possess such a pure and piercing gaze at his age was unheard of! His eyes shone so brightly they seemed able to see the fear and flaws deep in his opponent's heart.
Golden Toad Son sat cross-legged on the Tiger Demon's back. Facing that swordlike gaze, he wasn't the least bit annoyed. Instead,