Under the covering of the Five Senses, Jiang Hui's gaze was intense, moving back and forth over the Double Pupils Woman.
At this moment, the shadows of trees were mottled, with a gentle breeze and bright sun in the air.
Under the soft breeze,
her eyes, like clusters of stars, were vaguely covered with a hazy mist, occasionally revealing an age-old power that made hearts tremble. Incredibly brilliant, they shined to the limit, much like a landscape painting after a rainstorm.
Given her delicate facial features, she was so beautiful it could make one lose their minds.
Jiang Hui, of course, was not one to fawn over beauty.
Being a tree as he was then, he wouldn't have been able to even if he wanted to.
He merely wondered about the power of double pupils, and more so why she appeared here, especially the former reason.