Nangong Yi got up, stepping out from between the couches. His chest was jade-like and gleaming, his waist narrow and legs long, his skin as beautiful as a painting. The new and old scars covering his body didn't detract from his handsomeness, but instead added a few points of masculine, dominating aura to him.
Even as men themselves, having been with him day in and day out, Chai Feng and Zhu Yue were still shocked by their Master's outstanding presence, awe lingering in their eyes.
However...
The moment their Master turned around, both men almost jumped, like they had been struck by lightning. They couldn't maintain the calm expected of a dead man!
What happened?
Why were there strips of yellow on their Master's jade-like back? It wasn't a big issue that the yellow stripes appeared, but why did those yellow strips form a character—
"Master..."
Chai Feng started to speak, then held his tongue, his expressions varied and colorful.
