Zhao Feng got up early the second morning and went to the Clan Mission Division.
“Brother Zhao, your eyepatch is done.”
The apprentice handed over a metal eyepatch the size of a palm. The eyepatch was delicate and the surface was silver. It felt cold and smooth when touched.
“This eyepatch is special, it can block attacks from cultivators a the 1st Sky of the Ascended Realm.”
The apprentice explained as Zhao Feng put on the eyepatch. A cold feeling appeared and Zhao Feng’s left eye was fully covered.
“Good!” Zhao Feng nodded his head in satisfaction.
Amidst the wind, his azure hair wavered and with his silver eyepatch, he seemed 30% wicked and 70% casual.
The apprentice next to him couldn’t help but pause. He felt that Zhao Feng had a indescribable change in aura.