Xuanyuan Shangchen still wore that black overcoat.
Atop his head perched a black hat, its dense shadow casting down, veiling his features, mysterious yet majestic.
The man exuded an aura of depth and suppression.
He came against the light, a vast expanse of snow brightness behind him, his figure slender. Although his face could not be discerned, based solely on that unique aura of death and the dangerous vibe, it was certain this person was Xuanyuan Shangchen.
He was the black Lycoris that walked amongst the mortals.
It seemed that truly, the Three Realms were about to fall into chaos.
Even Xuanyuan Shangchen had made his appearance.
Chu Jin watched the man who walked out from beyond the door, her eyes narrowing slightly, a feeling akin to the vicissitudes of time spontaneously arising. Yet, her mind remained blank, unable to recall any memories of him.
Xuanyuan Shangchen.
