The unintentional pressure in her tone shocked Sang into a daze; other than his Boss, he had never felt such a terrifying aura from anyone else. He felt an involuntary urge to prostrate himself before her, overwhelmed and subdued.
Suddenly regaining his senses, he met Qinghe's cold eyes, and the majestic aura she exuded made him shiver, regretting that he wished he could slap himself. What was wrong with him today, why was his mind so muddled? Was this the time to be distracted?
He then used an illusion technique; his pupils gradually turned red, lacking focus. Even Qinghe, sitting opposite him, almost got lost in those demonic eyes. However, even with continuous input of Qinghe's Spiritual Power, it wasn't easy to affect so many people with Special Abilities.
About a few minutes later, the strange redness in Sang's eyes faded, his face was covered in sweat, and his flush had disappeared, leaving him somewhat pale.
