Nearly twenty large figures walked shoulder to shoulder, causing a visual oppression that was a huge burden to the eyes and nerves.
Richard removed his top hat and arranged his official robes a little. For an envoy attending diplomatic occasions, a graceful appearance is a necessary lesson, something that Mr. Jabbar, the butler, had repeatedly emphasized.
The purple waterfall-like Mohican long hair swung in the air like a horse's mane, gentle yet wild with an untamed flair, standing up like a flag on his sleek scalp. On his left and right sideburns, there was a small braid plaited into a fine twine with a black pearl strung on it, the emblem of the Mermaids, personally tended by Wei Zhi.
Since the moment the Flower King stepped onto the hero's arena, anyone could feel that all the flowers around them emitted a different kind of glow, becoming more vivid and dazzling, as if showered in the passionate sunlight, like a woman newly wedded receiving her first dewdrops.
