Ouyang's expression stiffened, but then he spoke with an easy look on his face. "I thought it was something serious. If Eldest Martial Uncle said he wanted my body, I really couldn't handle that!"
His voice remained flippant, as though this were some trivial matter.
Dongxu Zi looked at the young man before him. He, too, did not understand why Eldest Senior Brother still had to be so harsh on Ouyang.
Ouyang was clearly already carrying too much, yet they still demanded more from him.
Clearly, Ouyang had next to nothing left, yet even now, they were still squeezing something out of him.
But Eldest Senior Brother's words had been exceptionally firm: unless he saw Ouyang's eyes, there was no way he would hand the position of Demon Venerable to Chen Changsheng.
Chongming, who wanted the eyes, thought nothing of it. Ouyang, whose eyes were being demanded, seemed to think nothing of it either. Yet Dongxu Zi, caught between them, found it exceptionally difficult.
And the more unconcerned Ouyang sounded, the more it felt like a soft blade stabbing into his heart.
This was a junior he had watched grow up, yet he was holding out his hand to demand something from him-and what he demanded was the young man's pair of eyes.
"What are you thinking about? Get on with it!" Ouyang looked at the dithering Dongxu Zi and spoke in bewilderment.
To Ouyang, this was simply a deal he could not have been more satisfied with!
Trading a pair of eyes for Changsheng's place in this world was worthwhile however he reckoned it.
As for losing a pair of eyes, what did that amount to for a cultivator?
Among the novels he had read, plenty had blind protagonists.
What a fuss over nothing!
Unable to quite bear it,