Marquis Ding Shan sat on a hillside, a smile on his face, waiting for the performance to begin.
Donned in a resplendent white robe, with a hint of a beard twirling around his cloudlike hair, and a rather graceful appearance. The Young Marquis surely took after him, inheriting the distinguished good looks of the Ding Shan Marquis Residence.
The people of Southern Border City knew Marquis Ding Shan was obsessed with seeking immortality, and didn't see him often, so many were craning their necks to catch a glimpse.
From behind the beaded curtains, Marquis Ding Shan looked down at the sea of people and let out a cold laugh.
Mere mortals?
Mere ants.
He was of noble birth and by virtue of being a Xia, he had never known hardship. From a young age, he had lost interest in worldly affairs, staunchly believing that only by cultivating could he transcend life.
