Mystery Man in an Eye Mask

When they returned to the inn, Chen An did not immediately put on the eye mask in front of them. That would have been too deliberate.

Even so.

That night, taking advantage of a moment alone with him, Wu Changkong fixed Chen An with a sharp gaze and pressed him about whether something had happened to his eyes.

He had not fully believed what Chen An said during the day.

Seeing that he could no longer keep it hidden, Chen An could only admit part of the truth: his eyes seemed to have undergone some kind of mutation.

Wu Changkong rubbed his chin and grumbled.

"Why do you people always undergo changes that even I've never seen before?"

Chen An could not help it either. What came from the roulette was entirely random.

The contents of every pool of the same type could differ wildly. He might even draw something like Supreme Wisdom: Intelligence -1.

He might be quite clever today, then suddenly become profoundly "wise" tomorrow. He did not dare imagine what that scene would look like.

"My eyes can now see the flow of Soul Power without needing a soul skill, but they continuously consume Mental Power. Keeping them active for a day leaves me exhausted."

Wu Changkong told Chen An to close his eyes.

"Let me see."

Reaching out, he lightly pressed against Chen An's eye sockets and sensed that the flow of Soul Power around his eyes was extremely active.

"You said it only consumes Mental Power?"

"Yes. There is barely any loss of Soul Power. Could this be my hidden second Martial Soul?"

Wu Changkong thought for a moment before rejecting that possibility.

"Once a second Martial Soul is activated, you can naturally sense it."

He felt that his guess had been correct. Chen An's