Wei Wuyin found himself on a stage, vast and sturdy. 'They sent me to the proving stage?' He amusedly thought, finding this type of welcome quite interesting. He was given an invitation, so why would he be sent here? It didn't take long before he lifted his eyes to see the inverted cultivators above. They stared at him in shock and wonder at the new arrival, and when he lifted his face, the better view took the breaths of many young women away.
An unearthly countenance elevated by a bearing of unrestrained exceptionalism pushed him into ungodly levels of handsomeness, the eyes of many widening to their limits in shock and outright disbelief. Those silver eyes seemed to carry the profound truths of the world, its myriad of dreaming illusions, the essence of creation, and a gaze that felt as if it could peer beyond their physical exterior, piercing into vulnerable souls.
