The first ray of morning sunlight pierced the clouds and spilled onto the terrace of the Star Luo Grand Hotel.
Tang Wulin sat cross-legged, drew a deep breath, and tried to activate the Purple Demon Eye. Yet the instant a purple glow began gathering in his eyes, a burst of excruciating pain struck, as though it came from the depths of his soul!
"Hss—!"
Tang Wulin let out a muffled groan and instinctively covered his eyes.
This was not the first time he had felt this pain. Over the past few days, his eyes had stung every time he cultivated the Purple Demon Eye. The sensation was deeply strange. It did not feel like his cultivation had gone awry, but rather like... an omen from the future.
In a haze, an image flashed through his mind: on a battlefield of blood and fire, sharp blades slashed across his eyes, plunging his world into darkness.
"What's going on...?"
Fine beads of cold sweat formed on Tang Wulin's forehead, and his heart pounded violently.
Why am I seeing this vision? Will I go blind someday?
In the past, the pain had vanished as quickly as it came, so he had paid it little mind. Today was different. The tearing agony lingered for a long time, as though an invisible knife were twisting inside his eye sockets.
"I can't keep practicing."
Tang Wulin forcibly suppressed his unease and slowly lowered his hands. His eyes were bloodshot, making him look rather frightening.
Just as he was about to get up and wash his face to calm himself, the terrace door was gently pushed open.
"Linlin?"
A voice sounded, so tender it seemed it could drip with water.
Tang Wulin turned and saw Gu Yue standing in the doorway.
The morning sunlight fell over her,