Lu Yuan stepped out of his house.
Dressed in a white down jacket, he partially hid his face in the fluffy collar. His hair was a little long, with bangs hanging over his forehead. Against his now pitch-black hair, the skin on his cheeks looked pale, smooth, and as clear as jade. He seemed to radiate a faint light from within.
The weather today was gloomy and a bit damp. The weather forecast predicted that heavy snow was imminent.
As Lu Yuan walked along the street, he casually took out a silver-black card from his down jacket pocket. The card was exquisitely made, looking very high-grade, with an image of a Flying Bear with three pairs of golden wings printed on one side. This was given to him by Yu Wentong. His original identity card had been damaged and discarded by him in the Ash Mountain Secret Realm.
