SONG TINGFENG'S MASTER
When someone panicked, they usually couldn't breathe freely, and it felt like something hard was pressed against their chest until they felt suffocated inside. Perhaps that was also how Song Tingfeng was feeling right now.
The golden dust that Yu Ming threw at him didn't really affect his nose, but he couldn't breathe a sigh of relief when he was so anxious inside. Therefore, he finally pulled down the black cloth that previously covered the lower half of his face, and he continued to flee from where he was fighting with the pink-robed man.
His vision was still blurry. He didn't know whether he should feel lucky because of that or not. Previously Yu Ming told him that he would lose his sight permanently due to the golden dust, but now his right eye could still catch the light even though he couldn't see anything clearly at the moment.