"WHAT?!" The two beauties' expressions became slightly unsightly, with shock decorating their eyes, lips, cheeks, and eyebrows—their entire expressions were bursting with surprise. What was this?!
Wei Wuyin stood upright, his spine as straight as a heaven-stabilizing pillar, and his breathing was steady, strong, and impactful. Despite his covered eyes, his posture exuded the bearing of a young hero. It wasn't wrong to refer to him as such, but this was his most innate bearing, a natural air of elitism and exceptionalism that was born from the strong pride and willpower within his bones, fostered after surviving Hell itself.
