Martial Soul, Spirit Eyes-awaken!
The boy also noticed what had happened to him. Not only had the swelling and pain in his eyes vanished, but everything he saw had become clearer.
He rubbed his eyes, which were no longer red or swollen, and looked up at Lan Changsheng. The features he had been unable to make out clearly against the light now came into sharp focus.
Chi Wang looked at Lan Changsheng's handsome face. With his lack of emotion, his expression made his otherwise gentle contours seem somewhat sharp, and all the more imposing.
Chi Wang had never seen anyone so beautiful. He thought Lan Changsheng looked like an immortal who had stepped out of an illustrated book, and timidly called, "Big brother."
"Pfft."
It had been a long time since Lan Changsheng had laughed like this, without any purpose.
"Little one, by human conventions, you should at least be calling me uncle."
Little Chi Wang did not understand why Lan Changsheng had said something so strange as "by human conventions."
But he did understand that Lan Changsheng wanted him to address him differently.
"Uncle."
"Little one, what's your name?"
"My name is Chi Wang."
"Do you know what just happened to you?"
Chi Wang shook his head.
Lan Changsheng looked at those big eyes, still shining a brilliant blue and sparkling as they gazed at him as though trying to see right through him, and found it a little amusing.
"You awakened your Martial Soul, and a very rare spiritual-type Body Martial Soul at that: Spirit Eyes."
"I awakened my Martial Soul!" After saying that, Chi Wang's expression dimmed a little. "If only... if only Xiao Meng were still here. He would definitely be happy for me."
"He is very happy."
Lan Changsheng's firm voice interrupted Chi Wang's grief.