A golden figure appeared before Lu Yunxian and Ning Feifan. The dazzling golden light was so bright it was painful to look at, like the midday sun, blinding and piercing. After a long wait, the golden light gradually dimmed, and they were finally able to see Su Han clearly.
There seemed to be no change in Su Han's appearance, but his figure had grown slightly taller. His body and limbs seemed to follow the golden ratio, exuding a perfect harmony. A full head of black hair draped over his shoulders, each strand glistening. His skin was fair, as if carved from the finest mutton-fat jade, and his features were distinct and exceedingly pleasing to the eye.
Most importantly, an immortal and indestructible aura emanated from him, as if he were a heaven-sent spirit, full of Dao Rhyme and vitality.
