Shi Fan had never seen such an elegant man in his entire life. Stark silver-haired left unbound on the elegant man's shoulder, swaying along the wind as he peered into the darkness.
His eyes seemed to be glowing in a silvery light, which seemed able to pierce through the darkness that had been looming over the place after the storm. Supposedly, he was a newly appointed enforcer, but with that look and the ability he showed, Shi Fan was sure the elegant could do a lot better than that.
On top of everything, the man was polite as any person could be, radiating a noble air that very few could muster.
"I fear we lost our way," Sun Ziang said, his expression contemplative, considering the circumstances from a different point of view. "The mountain is confusing, it isn't the first time I have lost my way here. I think something here messes with our senses."