The young man's brows and eyes were like a painting, and his starry gaze shifted as if flowers bloomed when he turned his head. The teardrop mole under his eye appeared and disappeared with the lift of his eyelid, exuding a bewitching charm, yet the indifferent expression on his beautiful face added a touch of coldness.
People always said that Pan An was extremely handsome in ancient times, but looking at this young man, he was indeed a match for Pan An.
Wearing a long black and red robe, he folded his arms and held his long sword to his chest, gazing ahead. His high-tied black hair fell loosely over his shoulder as he leaned lazily against the person beside him, adding a casual nonchalance to his indifferent demeanor.
The youth he leaned on was no less striking. With a jade-like face, dressed in a long green robe, he toyed with a white jade xiao in his hand. His peach blossom eyes held a faint smile as he looked in the same direction as the young man.
