Sikong Yun was dressed in Tang-style clothing, in his late middle age. He had sword-shaped eyebrows, starry eyes, and an elegant and handsome appearance, as if he had walked out of a painting.
He stood at around 1.84 meters tall and didn't have an excessively muscular build. In fact, he appeared somewhat slender.
Moreover, he had a smile on his face, exuding a refined demeanor, like a scholar well-versed in five carriages, looking at Wang Chao with a friendly gaze.
His voice carried no aggression or dominance, but rather an affable quality, making people feel as if they were basking in a gentle breeze.
As he spoke, he smiled and observed Wang Chao, remaining calm and composed, with a light and carefree demeanor.
"You must be Sikong Yun?" Bai Yang exclaimed in surprise.
Yang Yue also frowned, thinking to herself, "Is this Sikong Yun?"
