The air in the stone grotto was damp, sending a chill down the back of Pi Yanlin’s neck.
His eyes, which had been half-closed, suddenly snapped open, tiny golden flecks swirling within his pupils. The System’s golden light was drilling through his crown and into his consciousness, deconstructing every vibration in the air of the grotto with startling clarity.
"Soul-Appraising Eye..." he chuckled softly, his Adam’s apple trembling slightly with each breath. "The System certainly knows how to pick its moment."
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