Dressed in everyday robes with a texture akin to silk, the material seemed immensely comfortable. He was holding and reading a book in his hands. His countenance was very young and no longer as if obscured by mist; his handsome visage exuded a sunny disposition. A head of pale golden long hair neatly cascaded down his back, and his whole presence had the scholarly elegance of a learned man.
"Please have a seat." He gestured towards the couch on the other side, signaling Tang San, then stood up to put the book he held back on the shelf.
Observing the person before him who appeared to be around the same age as his human identity, Tang San's vigilance heightened instantly.
