As the eerie purple light slowly faded, Zhao Kang's previously unfocused eyes snapped back into focus.
This time, however, the fear that had filled his gaze completely vanished.
In its place was an indescribable mix of…
Fervor and adulation!
Looking at Jiang Che before him, he felt not a shred of resistance or fear. Instead, a sense of intimacy and belonging welled up from the depths of his soul.
He even felt the urge to kneel and kiss the man's feet.
"Ma... Master..."
Zhao Kang's voice trembled as an incredibly fawning smile spread across his face.
His gaze was cloying, filled with a disquieting fanaticism.
"Gag..."
Watching him, Jiang Che's stomach churned, and he nearly threw up.
'It's a good thing the control was successful, but this sycophantic display is just nauseating.'
"Enough! Stop looking at me with that disgusting expression! Act normal!" Jiang Che snapped, his brows furrowing.
