The man with violet eyes simply stood there, watching him without expression.
"You are lucky to be alive, son."
"Who are you?" Xiao Fang asked.
"You don't recognize me?"
There was something hauntingly familiar about his voice. Not recent… old. Like hearing the echo of someone from a lifetime ago. A blurred memory, like a distant uncle at a family gathering, someone who'd held him once and said, "I remember when you were just this small."
"Are you from the Divine Sword Sect?" Xiao Fang asked, uncertain.
The man shook his head. "No. Try opening your eyes—just the left one. It appears the Curse has taken root in your right eye. I wouldn't recommend opening that one… not yet."
Xiao Fang hesitated, then slowly opened his left eye.
And froze.
He wasn't imagining it.
