Miao Kefa wore a blue satin daoist robe. He was of medium height, with sharp, upswept brows, a high-bridged nose, and piercing eyes that made him look exceedingly sharp and dashing.
The Institute Head, Zhou Hongfang, and the Instructional Elder, Wu Chuanqi, flanked him as they ascended the stage, showing him the utmost respect.
'I can't believe it. Miao Kefa has been famous for years, but he's so young!'
Zhao Lin was rather surprised. He had expected Miao Kefa to be a venerable elder, only to find the man was in the prime of his life.
A cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm could live to be over one hundred and twenty, but after the age of seventy, they would gradually begin to show signs of aging.
Miao Kefa looked to be about forty, so by logical inference, his actual age couldn't be more than sixty.
'It must mean that besides his diligent cultivation, his talent for Magic is also exceptional.'
