"...Aren't you the one who knows more about that thing…
Oh, golden eyed one?"
Step. Step. Step.
Robin stumbled backward, panic overtaking reason. His breath hitched. His heart pounded in his chest like a war drum.
He took several quick steps back, until his spine struck the rough bark of a lone palm tree.
His eyes were wide open, trembling, darting.
He looked like a man who had just seen death with a smile.
"What's the matter?" the blind old man asked with venomous amusement.
"Is it really that shocking that I know where your Eye comes from?
Did you truly believe you were walking through the universe alone?"
He let out a dry, cruel laugh that crackled with scorn.
"The worst kind of arrogance is the belief that you know something no one else does."
"I-it's not like that. I just..."
Robin tried to speak, tried to sound like himself again—the composed emperor, the stoic cultivator, the brilliant researcher who had sold a martial art for billions...
