Fangsheng's gaze was tightly locked onto that pair of golden eyes. Within the dials of those golden clockwork eyes, the hour and minute hands seemed frozen, permanently fixed in place, bringing even time itself to a standstill at this moment. Examining them closely, he noticed that the time displayed on the woman's clockwork eyes was precisely half-past twelve.
The night was as deep as thick ink, and the night breeze carried a hint of chill as it gently brushed past Fangsheng's face; he could almost hear the whispers carried on the wind. From the surrounding night scenery and the evening breeze, he could deduce that this mysterious woman from the Court of Chrono-Law represented half-past twelve at midnight. Coupled with her unique clockwork eyes and the fact that merely standing there gave one the sense of time continuously slipping away from her, there was no doubt about it.
She was undoubtedly one of the Seven Thrones of the Court of Chrono-Law: the Throne of Midnight, the young Miss Midnight.
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