Hearing Snow's words, Jiang Qiu opened his eyes. He was met with a pair of eyes as deep as a sea of stars. A brilliant light shimmered within those pupils. It felt as if gazing into them any longer would allow him to glimpse countless Great Realms.
He had only ever experienced such a breathtaking sight once before: back when he forged his Dragon Form during the Northern Boundary's heavenly selection contest and saw the world through the eyes of a True Dragon.
From that vantage point, countless Great Realms were as insignificant as grains of sand, nothing more.
'How can I be experiencing that same level of perception from Snow...?'
"You..."
Just as Jiang Qiu was about to speak, a slender finger gently pressed against the lips of his mask. A strange tremor went through his heart, and the words died on his tongue.
