It was a very ordinary face, not exactly handsome, but he possessed an air of profound compassion. Even if you threw him into a crowd, this quality would make him stand out and draw attention.
In his past life, Ning Jiang had seen all sorts of people: Venerables, Saints, Kings...
He knew that the simplest way to observe a person was to look at their disposition.
A person's disposition is cultivated over time. Different personalities and different experiences forge different dispositions.
The disposition of the man before him could be described as unique among all the people Ning Jiang had ever met.
"I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Golden Cicada."
The young man named Golden Cicada smiled faintly, his eyes as clear and pure as a spring. "But I suppose no one knows my name anymore, do they?"
"Golden Cicada... that's an interesting name. You're not of the Human Race?"
Ning Jiang knew that some names didn't just come from nowhere; they held a deeper meaning.
