King Bai felt an itch in his eyes, nearly making him whimper. Gradually, though, everything before him turned red, filling him with joy. Was he finally getting better?
He focused all his attention on his eyes, but found that he still couldn't see. He couldn't help feeling disappointed.
But when Wang Yue withdrew his hand, the light before him suddenly became painfully bright, and he hurriedly shut his eyes.
This was... light!
Was he cured?!
After restoring King Bai's eyesight, Wang Yue casually flicked his hand. A streak of sword energy appeared out of nowhere, neatly slicing a long strip from King Bai's robe.
Then he picked up the strip and glanced at Yan Zhantian before tying it over King Bai's eyes.
Yan Zhantian was truly loyal to King Bai. When Wang Yue's sword energy appeared just now, the old man had nearly drawn his sword.
King Bai's clothes were made of fine silk. Even when draped over his eyes, the fabric let light through. It wasn't as bright as before, which made it just right for King Bai's eyes at present.
When he had finished, Wang Yue said seriously, "King Bai, you can open your eyes now. For the next few days, look at the world through this cloth. Things will be a little blurry, but you'll see a hundred times more clearly than before. Once you've adjusted to the brightness, you can take off the cloth and live normally."
King Bai immediately opened his eyes. Through the silk, he looked at the people standing around him: Master Craftsman Yan Zhantian, with his great beard, and his sixth brother Xiao Chuhe, looking as lazy as ever. He looked at them one by one, and they were indeed many times clearer than before.
He hurried to his feet and said