"That person, I have seen him somewhere before. Perhaps in a dream..." The man muttered to himself, ignoring his subordinate's question. After speaking, he slowly turned around and gazed at Mu Hanyan's retreating figure without shifting his eyes. This man, clad in black with gold intricate patterns on the sleeves and edges, was ancient yet ethereal, clearly someone of no ordinary status.
What was even more astonishing was his face, breathtakingly handsome as if he were a Banished Immortal. His long brows extended into his temples, his deep eyes, like the night sky, seemed to draw one in, and his tall nose sat above distinctively sensual, thin lips. Every movement he made was ineffably elegant, a simple turn of his head left an impression of peerless grace, making it impossible to look away.
