Though Long Ming was dressed only in a set of low-key black shirt and pants, somehow he managed to look incredibly handsome. His shirt and pants were all handmade, the collar and cuffs were inlaid with gold thread, making him look like the king of the night.
With those cold eyes of his, they were like those of a demon from Hell, with no trace of anything human in them.
Although he had shaved his beard and revealed that chiseled face, showing that he was the most handsome and charming man in Burma, the strong and cold air emanating from him made people unable to look at him directly.
After all, he was the King and everyone could only look up to him.
Long Ming did not allow the steward to make any sounds and the steward did not dare to breathe. Kneeling on the ground, he only sucked in a breath after Long Ming had gone in.
