Lin Xun turned around and saw a handsome man had somehow stood beside him without him realizing.

The man was dressed in an unadorned and spotless azure robe and a pair of straw sandals. His black hair flowed loosely down his straight back and tall figure. 

His skin was smooth and almost translucent like crystal, and his cheeks and features were sharp like they had been chiseled. He was undeniably a masculine and handsome man.

In particular, his eyes were deep and serene, calm as a lake, and seemed capable of reflecting the heavens and all things in the world. No one dared to look at him directly. 

It was impossible to discern the man’s age from his appearance, but even so, Lin Xun felt a sense of majesty directly assaulting his face.

He felt as though he was facing a ruler that controlled the universe and held the sun and the moon in his hands. The imposing manner around him was enough to make Lin Xun tense up. 

Without the need to think about it, Lin Xun knew that the man before him was the emperor of the empire!

Regardless of how ordinary and casual the clothes were, they couldn’t conceal...