The green-haired man was reclining indifferently atop a tranquil, cotton-white cloud, his sword stuck in the fluff upright beside him.
He looked almost the same as Jiang Ying Yue remembered. He still wore his dark blue, long-sleeved coat, but the aura he gave off was... different.
All the killing intent Jiang Ying Yue sensed from him back on Moon Crescent Isle was gone... and it was replaced by... serenity? He seemed to be more of an ascended cultivator, removed from the troubles of the mortal Realm, rather than a sword-throwing ruffian.
He didn't look older or anything... but his hair had grown long and flowy-- and it was tied into a gallant ponytail.
But besides his deep voice, smooth skin, perfectly symmetrical face, and long, luxurious hair... the sheer audacity of that man relaxing on a cloud like some sort of ancient god was NOT what Ying Yue wanted to see!
"ANSWER MEEEEEEE!!!!" She shouted.
