In the darkness, Duan Rong reached into the inner pocket of his garment and took out a small porcelain bottle. He gently opened the stopper and poured a round, slippery thing into his palm.
Duan Rong hesitated slightly before placing the slippery object into his mouth.
The method recorded in the ancient texts for using the Green Pupil was to swallow it directly.
Thankfully, it was in the dark, where nothing could be seen; otherwise, to swallow an eye directly would have been quite a mental hurdle for Duan Rong.
The Green Pupil entered his mouth, and a peculiar taste spread across his tongue.
Duan Rong swallowed hard; the sound 'gulp' echoed loudly in the silent darkness.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Yu stirred on the stone bed.
Duan Rong swallowed his saliva and said, "Nothing. Go back to sleep."
"Mm-hmm."
Xiao Yu murmured in agreement, lying on the stone bed, silently gazing at the spot in the darkness where Duan Rong's voice had come from.
