Lu Chengfeng removed the human skin mask, did not carry a spear, wore a blue brocade robe, and tied his hair with a copper crown, carrying the Cold Cicada Sword at his side.
Although he had only left the mountain for a few months, he had gone through unimaginable storms and killings, transforming subtly in both martial arts skills and mentality.
His skin was as warm and smooth as jade, his figure was tall and handsome, yet there was not a hint of effeminacy, but rather an aura of grandeur and indescribable nobility.
Just one look at him, and you would know this person is no ordinary individual.
Lu Chengfeng galloped swiftly on horseback, rushing like the wind towards the Hengyang Ancient Path at the border of Yuchuan and Qingzhou.
He had received news a few days ago that experts from his sect would escort Luo Suyi and Qiutong to meet him at Jade Dragon Mountain.
