Should be like me, not far from breaking three.
Almond-shaped eyes, like a bird, gaze direct but not aggressive, should be a martial artist from the Elephant Form Sect, primarily practicing one of the two forms of Phoenix or Crane.
Empty-handed, casually resting on thick black yoga pants, yet constantly maintaining a posture ready to grip, should be adept in long-handled weapons, combined with a gaze as focused as a line, most likely practices spear.
The feedback of energy is a harmless white, but subtly contains a few threads of dangerous red.
Among the two limits, absolutely no one can make him perceive danger.
It's not arrogance, but fact.
Then why does he slightly sense a hint of danger?
Meng Chuan pondered:
"From a prominent family or prestigious school, possibly carrying something like a Shadow Stone, a protective treasure given by elders or teachers..."
With just one glance, he could guess most of the truth about the opponent.
