King Qingyang, dressed in plain clothes, with his long hair tied back, had a tall yet somewhat emaciated figure. His deep-set eyes were surrounded by dark circles, and his cheeks appeared somewhat gaunt. Despite his physical state, his presence remained exceptional, the luster in his gaze undiminished, and the aura he exuded was tranquil.
At King Qingyang's side stood a black-clad girl with a gentle demeanor, appearing to be in her twenties.
She seemed slightly fatigued, carrying with her a rich scholarly aura.
But when she looked at Su Heng, there was a hint of displeasure in her eyes.
"My lord..." Upon seeing Su Heng approach, Qin Yi looked up at King Qingyang's face. Thinking of the man's impressive reputation as of late, the girl's expression became somewhat tense.
King Qingyang waved his hand, "It's nothing."
He was holding a white porcelain bowl full of medicinal liquid, which he gently set aside.
