When she spoke, she looked up at the man in the carriage. Only to discover an impeccably handsome man no older than twenty years old.
A light flashed in her eyes, her mind suddenly felt stunned, like she had inhaled a breath of icy cold air. In this world, there was actually such an evildoer. Dressed in a gorgeous black robe with narrow sleeves, the collar of his outer clothes was decorated with silver and purple embroidery, mixed with dark thread it marked out patterns of magic clouds. A wide belt of the same colour rested on his waist. His stature was tall, straight, and slender, like a stern young bamboo shoot, with light phoenix-like eyes that slightly narrowed. He was an unrivalled beauty of the mortal world and on his face, the curled corners of his mouth evoked a demonic charm.
His entire person emitted a one of a kind aura, a heavenly nature with a luxurious atmosphere.
