The person approaching was clad in a white garment, exuding a refined elegance and a celestial charm.
With his back to the light, his lips bore a faint smile, warm yet distant. His dark eyes were deep pools, and his entire being resembled a fine piece of unworked jade, emanating a tranquil and gentle glow.
None would have guessed he was the ferocious deity renowned on the battlefield.
However, at this moment, his gaze bore a somewhat playful air.
This man was none other than the Heir of Zhenbei, Ji Jing.
Ji Jing's trip to the Capital served two purposes: to report on his duties and to follow the command of his Father King – to issue a warning to certain individuals and to casually check on his disappointing sister.
Just as Yun Zhi had said, Ji Jing, though outwardly gentle as jade, was actually cold and heartless. He seldom showed warmth even to his own sister, who was spoiled and prone to frequent tantrums, much to his annoyance.
