Light rain fell, accompanied by petals that were clear and transparent. There stood a white-robed male character, dashing as jade, the only flaw being his bald head, smooth and shiny.
His pupils were very special; they bore the symbol of "卍," resplendent and vibrant as if immortal fire was burning within them, yet they possessed a penetrating, mighty force that could reach into the depths of one's heart.
Who was this person? Not just Shi Hao, even Qi Daolin felt chills; this man was too terrifying. The kind of dao rhythm he exuded was indescribable, detaching from the mortal world, accompanied by an immortal breath.
He stood holding a flower, exuding an unparalleled elegance.
If an ordinary man were to be bald and holding a flower, it would certainly be nauseating, but he displayed an unmatched demeanor, interpreting the endless mysteries of the precious symbol.
"An Ancient Monk!" Qi Daolin's pupils contracted as he gasped. A recollection of certain rumors came to him.
