Eye of Consort Xing
It was nearly midnight, but the stars and moon shone so brightly that the night seemed a little less dark.
In their light, Professor Fu's lone figure as he left looked strangely forlorn.
That forlornness lingered even after he opened the laboratory door.
It was silent. Liu Shuang was apparently still out chasing down that hand axe, leaving the place that had been bustling all day completely empty.
Though not entirely devoid of anything interesting.
Fu Qian walked over to his Snake Skin Chair and dropped into it, looking at the box covered in Golden Ornaments before him.
It gave him a strong sense of déjà vu, but it clearly wasn't Lisha's.
He casually opened the smaller box. Inside was a blackened orb.
It was even more compact than Professor Lisha's Bone Horseshoe Crab, and about the same size as the Ancient Recollection he had eaten.
Its shape was just a little twisted.
The thing felt slightly warm. Fu Qian picked up the strange gift and weighed it in his hand. It was surprisingly about the same weight. At the same time, he eyed the tiny sliver beside it, no bigger than a fingernail.
It was shaped like a standard talisman. Its power was exceedingly weak, but after a brief inspection, Fu Qian picked it up without hesitation and crushed it.
[A small gift. Please accept it, Professor Fu.]
[They say this is a left eye, taken from a once-noble person who suffered torture. The endless remorse born of that pain made the Princess stubbornly determined to see herself being dismembered.
Her fixation was so powerful that, in the end, the two eyes could see each other.
Even now, when one of them begins to tremble, it means it has resonated with the other. You may