“I need an eyepatch.” Zhao Feng pointed at his left eye.
“Eyepatch?”
The apprentice paused, he thought that Zhao Feng would want a weapon, but an eyepatch wasn’t hard to make.
Zhao Feng slowly took down the ribbon over his left eye and circulated the azure blood to block off the light from the dimension.
When the apprentice saw Zhao Feng’s left eye, he was shocked - it was a dim eye, like there was no life in it.