"I am Liu Xiaochen, head disciple of Xuanyan Sect."
Upon hearing these words, Wang Jingyuan immediately perked up. Her eyes locked on the handsome young man standing on the stage. He was in his twenties, with dark, bold eyebrows over piercing dark brown eyes. His features were in perfect proportions, though he looked a little cold and unapproachable, reminding Wang Jingyuan vaguely of Shao Wenbo. Two long strands of hair hung down from either side of his face, while the rest of his black hair fell like a waterfall behind his back.
He wore a simple black headpiece in his hair and a large black outer coat over a white hanfu. The crossed collars, belt, and edges of his wide sleeves were decorated with dark crimson flames. He stood there, tall and unafraid on the stage, gripping a sword in his left hand. An aura of justice and power emitted from him. Wang Jingyuan knew without a doubt that this was the senior brother of Xuanyan Sect.
