In the moment she met those slender, smiling phoenix eyes, Shang Ruyi felt as if the drizzle around her had paused for a brief second.
The man before her had fair, smooth skin, resembling a youthful beauty, clearly accustomed to a life of luxury. His smile and demeanor radiated an innocence unique to youth, appearing not more than twenty years old. But upon closer inspection of his eyes, there lay traces of time's imprint.
That was certainly not something a young man could possess.
Moreover, his slender willow-leaf brows and dazzling phoenix eyes were like those of a deity high in the temple, yet the God Buddha lowered their eyes to show compassion to the world. But in the brows and eyes of this man, there was an air of laziness mixed with a disregard for the world's hubris.
It seemed as if everything in the world was merely ants crawling at his feet.
