Jian stood at his balcony, his silver tresses fluttered ever so slightly in the wind and that cold, undecipherable expression was settled on his face,
An expression that was characteristic of him as he hardly ever looked a different way but cold and withdrawn, with his mismatched orbs blank.
His eyes, though beautiful were devoid of even the slightest emotions or flicker of light and they revealed nothing of his thoughts or his mood... happy or sad, one could never tell with King Jian.
All that could be known was that in his presence, the utmost caution was required or one risked facing a devastating end.
At this moment, Jian's expression was still as blank as always as he gazed out at the mountain peaks lined far ahead of him, mountains so tall they pierced the clouds.
