"Pei Yan, has your eye healed?" Sitting by the bedside, Zhao Yuanhu looks at Pei Yan, who is sitting idly on the soft couch. At this moment, his left eye is unsealed and opened unconsciously, the newly condensed mechanical eye now almost indistinguishable from a normal human eye, with the same white of the eye although the pupil still shows traces of the mechanical eye. However, it is different from the previous cold and spiritless state, now it shines with a blue glow like the flickering flame of a candle, appearing vibrant and magnificent while also making one feel a mysterious and intimidating reverence.
Coming to his senses, Pei Yan instinctively responds and then reaches out to touch his left eye socket, realizing that his vision is fully restored, once again falling into a daze.
"Pei Yan?" Seeing him in this state, Zhao Yuanhu calls out worriedly.
