They were a pair of light gray eyes, far paler than a normal person's.
Then, his chapped lips parted.
"Struck by lightning."
A hoarse voice uttered the phrase.
He stared intently at Nan Ying, as if waiting for her answer.
But before Nan Ying could speak, Song Jue, who had been silent all this time, walked over.
Song Jue's brow was furrowed in an impatient scowl.
He simply reached out, pushed Yang Xuan aside, brushed past Nan Ying, and walked right up to Yin Zhan.
"Come with me. I can get your hand healed."
A flicker of light flashed in Yin Zhan's eyes. He tightened his left hand's grip on his Broken Blade, and a hoarse sound escaped his chapped lips.
"You?"
Song Jue replied nonchalantly,
"I can't, but Su Ye can."
Standing on the edge of the crowd, Su Ye's face slowly went blank.
Yin Zhan, however, seemed to believe him completely.
"Really?"
Song Jue raised a brow.
"Of course."
Yin Zhan blinked his pale gray eyes.
At that, the faces of Yang Xuan and Nan Ying fell.
