Zhang Yu was dressed in a white robe, with fair skin and quite a handsome appearance, at a glance he seemed to be a middle-aged handsome man.
But upon closer examination, it could be noticed that the corners of his eyes, behind his ears, and around his neck had fine wrinkles. From this, it was clear that Zhang Yu was much older than he appeared. He was likely around the same age as Teng Xiaoyun, unless it was because of a special cultivation technique he practiced or some pill he had once consumed for preserving his youth.
At this moment, Zhang Yu's face was gloomy as water, his cold, slender eyes fixed on Zuo Feng like a poisonous snake. He tightened his grip slightly on the weapon which had turned blue in his hands and stepped towards Zuo Feng.
