Wen Xu paused, then his tone relaxed. "Senior Brother truly has eyes like blazing torches."
"Of course. After you took a master, the Divine Venerable concealed you, so naturally I couldn't see through you. But when I delivered Windfold to you back then, your reaction couldn't fool these eyes of mine. And now... have you let it go?"
No wonder Senior Brother Zheng Jin had taken such good care of him from the very beginning. Perhaps Zheng Jin had guessed that he had deep reasons for pretending to be blind. Wen Xu nodded. "Mm. But pretending to be blind back then wasn't because..."
Zheng Jin had indeed harbored suspicions, but he could never have guessed that his little martial granduncle's eyes genuinely had a problem—and still had not recovered even now. "Does everyone look the same?" That was rather interesting.
"Not entirely. When I look at someone, I can see their appearance very clearly, but the details cannot remain in my mind. I don't know how to distinguish people by their facial features."
Zheng Jin was astonished. "There are actually eyes like that? It's simply unheard of. But if I had such a pair of eyes, I would definitely announce it to the whole world and tell everyone I couldn't recognize people. Those villains who wanted to harm me would surely have to rack their brains to blur my perception. Wouldn't that be interesting?"
Wen Xu: "...Senior Brother, it sounds like you have quite a few enemies."
"How can you put it that way? Talent that draws no envy is mediocrity. With gifts like mine, my rank on the Prodigies Ranking isn't inflated in the slightest." Although he had recently been left rather far behind by Zhi Lianshan, he had improved too. "With talent like yours, little martial granduncle, you