The morning sunlight, bright and penetrating.
A thread of pale gold light brushed past Lord Han's temples along with the morning breeze.
In this fleeting moment, his naturally curly hair, which is dark and deep, seemed to be even more profound than the sea.
Those pair of eyes, as clear as the sky, seemingly became even more mysterious.
At one corner of the training base, the stupefied students began to regain their composure one by one.
The silence, so deep that even time seemed to stop and reminiscent of the early spring snow melting in the bright sun, rapidly melted and evaporated.
"He's really... amazing!"
"Yeah yeah! He didn't even need to summon his Contracted Spirit Fond Spirit. With just a single dagger, he ended the fight with one stroke... That's so cool!"
Zou Lan's mouth hung open widely, seemingly dumbfounded by the scene before her.
