Beiming Jihu is a burly middle-aged man.
His skin has an antique bronze sheen, clearly showing that he often trains under the scorching sun.
He is also extremely robust, his wide robes clinging tightly to his sturdy chest, the bulging of which would make women of the same age bow down in admiration.
Beiming Jihu sits there, giving off the impression of a crouching tiger, ready to pounce at any moment!
Is he really a swordsman? Not a wrestler?
Bai Pu silently quipped.
It is said that Beiming Jihu's ideal is to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship with a human body. He never uses Demon Ghost Weapons, only a Wild Tachi made of Hundred-Forged Cold Iron—Tiger Hunting.
Of course, never using it doesn't mean he doesn't have it—this was the valuable information obtained during a conversation with East Gate Chengzhi.
At this moment, Beiming Jihu's carrot-thick fingers are deftly rolling open the mystic scroll, little by little.
"This is not of this world..."
