Before meeting, Su Mo had speculated several times about the leader of the Imperial Dao.
But now, seeing the one gradually walking towards Weiyang Palace.
It still felt somewhat unexpected.
This person is at least over sixty years old, yet there was no hunchbacked demeanor.
With a tall and robust build, a face full of sharp features, and a gray-white mixed beard.
However, it was well-groomed, not appearing untidy.
A pair of eyes like copper bells, gleaming with divine light, deeply authoritative.
Clearly, a temperament cultivated from years of holding a high position.
He wore a thin green robe, yet couldn't hide a body full of sinewy muscles, making him appear awkwardly bulky under the clothes.
As Su Mo scrutinized this person's skills, the person had already reached inside Weiyang Palace.
His gaze swept across everyone present, finally landing on Su Mo.
His eyes were full of a sense of vicissitudes of life.
