A handsome young man emerged from the throne, walking on air. The youth had clear features, bright eyes, and white teeth, skin as sleek as snow, even fairer than a woman's. His long black hair flowed down, adorned with flame patterns on his chest, draped in a lavish robe, barefoot, silently watching Lin Mo.
Lin Mo, even when faced with Fu Mo who wielded an Ultimate Weapon, never felt fear.
But now, seeing this youth, his skin crawled instantly.
The youth before him was the True Yang Venerable. At such a level of power, changing one's appearance was a trifling matter. The person seemed like a youth but might have lived for tens of thousands of years.
The key issue was that the person had a penchant for young men.
"Stand up," True Yang Venerable looked at Jiang Rushi, a slight smile curling at the corner of his lips, "Jiang Rushi, the gift you sent last time was much appreciated by This Venerable."
