No sooner had the voice faded.
At the entrance of the courtyard, two figures slowly emerged, revealing their forms.
One, tall and burly, like a tower of iron. Broad shoulders sweep across powerfully, body straight as a vigorous pine. Hair very short, scalp visible on the sides, and even the strands on top are stiff stubble. His overall face was rugged with a hint of rascality, high brows and deep nose, eyes narrow and haughty at the corners.
Clad in a fiery red fighting suit, with faint dragon patterns on the sleeves.
The other wore a white robe, relatively slender, not an exaggerated muscle man, but more like a sleek leopard. Refined, condensed muscles covering his arms, with aerodynamic lines. His features were rather ordinary, with semi-long, messy hair. Yet there was an inexplicable air of nonchalance, and the entire aura was as ethereal and graceful as a white crane.
Long Gu Haoli, Breeze of Breath Liu Xinzong.
