Thump! Thump! Thump!
Lin Suhe seemed to have heard his own heartbeat. It was so intense and clear that if he was not careful, his heart would leap out of his chest.
On the top of the pitch-black mountain, a young man in a black robe sat in the lotus position. His black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and every strand of his hair was suffused with a spiritual luster that made one’s heart palpitate.
The Pearl that was emitting five-colored light turned into a bright moonlight and hung behind his head, making his face blurry. One could only see the pair of deep, cold eyes that were as deep as the bottom of the sea.
No, it should not be described as “He”. It seemed more appropriate to use “He”!
