As the young master stepped higher onto the ceremonial platform, Fang Xing raised his head ever so slightly and carefully observed him. It was indeed a very young-looking man with a lotus flower between his brows wearing a robe adorned in a blue pattern that looked like stars had been woven into his clothing. He also didn't look thirty-five years old, either, seemingly no more than three or four older than Fang Xing himself. He was expressionless but extremely handsome, with a physique that was slender and tall and movements that were filled with elegance and grace.
'So this is the young master of the hidden royal Huangfu clan from the Blackwater Lakeside? The number one top elite of Jambu, the person who left his name on the Monument Slab with a rank within the Big Dipper? The perfect man in the eyes of countless women, the idol of countless men, and the person I need to kill!'
