He skillfully landed with transcendent grace, his otherworldly temperament setting him apart from the crowd. A warm and amiable smile was drawn across his face as he looked towards Lin Naoi.
His long silver hair was flowing like silk and glistening with a silver halo. His fair countenance was accentuated by his jade blue eyes and prominent nasal bridge. He was a man of near perfect features.
He was every bit a western man and a very handsome one at that.
Yamen!
It really was Yamen, that messenger of God.
Chu Feng, Yellow Ox, and the black yak all recognized this person. They had met him in the misty valley on their way back from the Western Punitive Expedition.
Lin Naoi calmly ignored him.
"Brother Chu, we meet again." Yamen was smiling as he turned around towards Chu Feng.
Chu Feng was rather displeased after seeing this person. This was not the first time they met—he knew that underneath the latter’s amiable personality was a conceited and hypocritical personality.
