Chan Wuxun's limbs were crippled, his expression desolate, and he didn't even struggle in Mo Lin's hands.
He wore a look of seeking death, completely ceasing to resist.
It was evident that Chan Wuxun harbored a lot of resentment.
He never imagined that this person, who should have been dead for over a year, was still alive.
Mo Lin held Chan Wuxun's head, asking Feng Ge, "What must I do to get your Eye Skill back?"
Feng Ge groped forward, then placed his fingers on Chan Wuxun's face.
In the next moment, red thread-like things flowed from his palm, and Chan Wuxun's body suddenly trembled, light flooding his eyes.
The light poured into Feng Ge's eyes.
Soon, Feng Ge's eyes grew sharper, and the white haze covering them gradually disappeared.
Feng Ge's eyes were gradually restored.
Looking again at Chan Wuxun, his eyes now resembled those of a long-dead fish, a murky white.
