Opposite.
Shentu Liang, who had just been startled by Wang Yuan, had finally steadied his mind.
It was probably the presence of the thirty-six Daoist Soldiers who, according to the Great Yan rules, only Prince Level individuals could command, along with two Red Seal Mages, that returned his confidence.
He scrutinized the young man and woman before him even more unscrupulously.
The male was tall with a White Jade Crown on his head and wore a dark cyan cloud-patterned silk shirt with black boots on his feet.
On the tiger-striped belt, which was half a palm wide, hung a piece of Yangzhi Jade, worth a fortune.
With his towering stature, he looked distinguished and extraordinary.
Especially those indigo eyes, cold and piercing, as if they could see straight through one's heart.
