Academy Disciple!
Li Guanyi was surprised. Aside from the three senior brothers brought by Mr. Wang Tong, this was the first time he encountered someone from the Academy outside, and a Confucianism disciple at that. Observing the young man, his Inner Strength seemed ordinary; however, he was gentle and calm, with a lively and strong Primordial Spirit. Dressed in a simple cloth robe and a sword by his waist, he possessed a relaxed demeanor.
Yuan Zhi was also sizing up this famously rising Young General.
At sixteen, he was already as tall as Yuan Zhi. His black hair was styled in a general's topknot, his eyebrows sharp, and he had a teardrop mole. A strong, murderous aura emanated from him, dressing in a war-scarred Heavenly King's armor, marked by friction and sword cuts.
Li Guanyi strode forward and immediately grabbed Yuan Zhi's hands.
