The elder had a ruddy complexion with white temples, frosty eyebrows, and snow-white hair. He was tall and imposing. Rising to his feet, he took the initiative to greet An Jing, a pressure washing over An Jing in waves.
In ancient times, those who practiced Qi Refinement for immortality were stronger, and their aura became more mysterious and tranquil, merging with the heavens and the earth as though one could reside in the vast sky yet remain completely unaware of it.
But Martial Artists are different. They move like dragons, reside like mountains, their anger shakes the earth, their sorrow could tilt the heavens, alive by Heavenly Mandate, in death they fall into the abyss. These individuals were akin to walking small worlds, influencing wherever they went with their 'presence,' unless they intentionally suppressed and hid it.
