Fool

"This is easy to confirm—use that coin of yours again and you'll know." Xia Lun took a sudden step closer and stared down into Xuan Yan's eyes, his tone turning sharp.

Xuan Yan was startled. She instinctively stepped back, uncertainty flashing across her face.

"What?! How did you know the Eyeball Coin can determine whether something is true?!"

"..."

I didn't before, but I do now, Xia Lun thought dryly.

Though he was at a loss for words, he narrowed his eyes and deliberately said coldly, "A simple deduction. An observation this basic is easy for anyone who pays attention. Now shake it."

Xuan Yan blinked in confusion. She pressed her lips together and fell silent for a moment, then drew a deep breath as if she had made up her mind. Obediently, she shook the Eyeball Coin again.

A clear clinking rang out. In an instant, the eyeball on the coin turned clear, as though washed in spring water.

At the same time, beads of cold sweat sprang up across Xuan Yan's smooth forehead. Her breathing grew heavy and ragged, and a round drop of sweat slid down the bridge of her nose to gather at its tip.

Plop.

The drop hit the floor with a faint rustle.

"Primordial Epoch Yellow Heaven Venerable, this stuff really has no side effects?!"

Xuan Yan's clouding eyes flew wide. She stared at Xia Lun in disbelief, snatched up the Underwater Breathing Potion, pulled out the cork, and gulped it down.

"Gulp, gulp~"

As the liquid in the glass bottle dwindled, color visibly returned to Xuan Yan's deathly pale face. Her clouded eyes seemed to clear a little, and even her short, weak breaths, caused by her injured lungs, gradually steadied.

The medicine had worked like a charm.

Xuan Yan lowered the bottle