A man and a fish were staring at each other, eye to eye, keeping their gaze locked.
After holding eye contact for just three breaths, an inexplicable sense of fear engulfed the Prophetic Fish. A hint of dread flashed across its clear eyes, and with a few flicks of its tail, it abruptly retreated three feet away.
"Strange, you are not the greatest terror in the world, but your appearance is the greatest terror!" said the Prophetic Fish, its eyes flickering and voice trembling with unease.
"What?" Yang Ji's heart jolted, "Take another good look at me!"
"Yes, your appearance is the great terror!"
"Ah, no good, it seemed like your appearance just smiled at me."
The fish's eyes bulged with fear, its tail beating so rapidly it became a blur, and with a swift motion, it retreated ten feet away.
"What? You saw my appearance smile at you?" Yang Ji felt as if he'd plunged into an ice-cold cellar, a chill running down his spine.