In mid-air, a man with silver hair stood suspended. He held his hands behind his back, his expression as cold as ice. Dressed in a white robe, he gazed down at the crowd of Nanjiang people with his phoenix eyes half-closed.
"Who is this man? He doesn't seem that old! Why does he have a full head of silver hair?"
The people of Nanjiang began to whisper among themselves.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Great Han's National Master, Feng Wushang! Welcome to our great nation of Great Han!"
"Feng... Feng Wushang?"
The Nanjiang people panicked, each of them adopting a defensive stance.
