The surging undercurrents of the outside world were, for the moment, unable to affect Su Han. For the past few days, he had remained within his palace, never venturing out. He had finally finished completely refining and assimilating the Black Whale.
Now, inside the palace, Su Han sat cross-legged. His body radiated light, and his bearing was so majestic he seemed like a deity incarnate, a stunning sight to behold. Now sixteen years old, Su Han stood 1.8 meters tall with a well-proportioned physique. His subtly defined muscles gave him a sense of perfection, leaving no room to criticize his build. While his features weren't strikingly handsome, they possessed a refined charm that was captivating and pleasing to the eye. His black hair cascaded over his shoulders like a waterfall. Paired with his black robes, it accentuated his aura, making him seem like a sovereign of darkness—mysterious and profound.
