Wu Qi also stood up and stared coldly at Zhang Tengyun.
In terms of height, he was a fist shorter than Zhang Tengyun; in terms of appearance, Zhang Tengyun's face was almost a work of art, and Wu Qi was not as handsome. In terms of temperament, Zhang Tengyun had everything that an emperor should have: overbearing, heroic, dignified, imposing. To top that all, he was charming and elegant.
However, if they stood side by side, all eyes would be drawn to Wu Qi. It was a feeling of worship similar to when one looked up at the sky on a summer night and saw the myriad stars, and was shocked by the vastness of heaven and earth and the infinity of the universe. Zhang Tengyun was nothing but an emperor of the mortal world, but Wu Qi was an unfathomable mighty figure. Anyone who saw him would worship him, just like the primitive humans worshipping thunders and rains out of their ignorance of the Heavenly Dao.
