The red-robed monk standing outside the door made it difficult to discern his actual age. His features bore the typical characteristics of the people from Tufan Province: a high-bridged nose, deep-set eyes, broad forehead, and narrow cheeks. Yet his skin was as white and delicate as milk, markedly different from the typically dark and ruddish complexion of the common Tufanese.
He was an exceptionally handsome monk with fair skin and well-defined features. At first glance, he seemed to be in his early thirties, but his eyes, filled with the vicissitudes of time, suggested that his age must be far greater.
They were also irresistibly charismatic eyes, seeming to contain endless wisdom accumulated over the years, and they possessed a strange allure. When one met his gaze, it felt as though their very soul could be drawn into those eyes.
This was the second time today that Shu Guan had encountered such a pair of memorable and unforgettable eyes.
