All three women recognized the figure that was descending slowly with the splendor and presence of an immortal, carrying the auras of a saber-wielding hero, a dignified emperor, a grounded and honest martial artist, and a wise sage effusing the stimulating aroma of pills. None of these auras conflicted and melded into a perfect being enveloped by a potentially peerless visage.
They had each met him under different circumstances and had wildly different first impressions, but there was a single synonymous feeling they shared after associating with him: they were drawn by the veil of endless mystery of his existence and breathtaking qualities of his appearance and bearing.
