"Who summons for me?" A sonorous voice, young and authoritative, sounded behind them and followed by the arrival of a nobly dressed youngster.
Much like the rest of the Jing Clan, he possessed long silver azure hair complemented by a few braids framing the sides of his face. His crimson eyes were long-slit, harbouring intimidation.
Adorned in more refined silver and black clan robes, he walked regally in slow strides with his hands clasped behind his back.
A sense of nostalgia brewed within Zou Jiayi as he recognised the voice was reminiscent of Xun Yulong's tone. He turned around along with Huo Renyi, eyes expanding.
The impressive youngster who arrived resembled Jing Lingzhen in every aspect and feature visible to the eye.
From the dignified way he walked, projecting admiration and composure in the atmosphere around him, from the stoic warrior's expression he habitually wore.
The youngster could be declared Jing Lingzhen himself.
