It seems to have felt the aura of art.
Fu Qian had also appreciated some curious handcrafted artifacts, like a real blanket woven with eyeballs.
However, compared to what was in front of him, the sense of depth was far inferior.
Although the overall arrangement was so evenly laid out, the movement of each eyeball was quite nimble, making for a particularly intriguing visual contrast.
Moreover, the various colors Fu Qian mentioned were not exaggerated: blue, green, brown, black, and even red... These eyes clearly came from different individuals, truly embodying what it means to be eye-catching.
Clang—
Unfortunately, time to appreciate art was ultimately limited. Facing Fu Qian's response, Zhao Ran let out a cold chuckle and had already put the heavy lid back in place.
Fu Qian did not think he was too stingy, unwilling to show it a bit longer.
