On the unnamed hillside, the cold wind of late autumn blows, rustling the treetops.
Beside it, water from a mountain spring smashes against the rocks on the cliff, splashing droplets, but a faint red glow sweeps them into the creek.
Xie Dongan's crisp voice was filled with certainty, his eyes squarely and directly gazing at Chen Yi.
His appearance wasn't particularly handsome, quite inferior to Chen Yi, yet he was extremely clean.
A delicate and slightly immature face, with eyebrows flying diagonally at the corners of his eyes, a full and broad forehead, noble, upright, and brimming with heroic vigor.
He was clad in a tidy and spotless azure robe, without a single wrinkle, and his wide sleeves were folded beside his knees, sitting upright.
Even if his looks weren't outstanding, the wisdom cultivated from extensive reading was enough to make every person who saw him remember him deeply.
At least at this moment, Chen Yi felt a touch of odd fascination towards Xie Dongan.
