The Desert Emperor was a tall man about six feet tall with a well-defined muscular body. He had a well-kept black beard. His green eyes were filled with power and even a hint of the dao could be seen within.
He looked to be in his thirties yet it was a fact that he was over nine hundred thousand years old.
He had lived through the reigns of two different emperors.
This man was one of a kind. His aura alone showed that he was far more powerful than the supreme elder. Even the Imperfect Emperor now seemed to be just as weak as anyone else in the grand hall.
The Desert Emperor looked around the grand hall as though he was looking for something.
His eyes finally stopped wandering when he saw the Desert princess who was already running toward her father like a little girl.
She hugged her father and her father hugged her back tightly.
This was no different from a scene of a young girl hugging her father whom she has missed dearly.
