The man looked to be no more than thirty years old, wearing a green robe embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns. He was tall, thin and handsome. When the candlelight shone on his face at night, it was as delicate as a pearl. But if you looked at him carefully, you would never mistake him for a woman dressed as a man, because there was a cold and solemn aura around him.
Although Zhou Yin was expressionless and lazy to talk most of the time, it was just his innate character, not acquired. --- Oscar Huang once tried to talk to Zhou Yin for a whole day, but the response he got was a paralyzed face that never changed and a "hmm", and he completely collapsed at that time. So except for Zhou's parents, Zhou Zhang, and a ball of fur that was not really a human, so far, no one has been able to stay by his side safely, including Grace He.
However, the indifference of the man in front of him was completely different from Zhou Yin's.
His eyebrows, eyes, and corners of mouth all revealed an indifference and arrogance that kept people at a distance. There was no blood on his body, but there was a very faint smell of blood.
This is a cultivator in the Jindan stage.
Login to comment
Be the first one to comment...