The people inside and outside the valley, upon hearing this laughter, turned back in disbelief to look outside the Secluded Valley...
There, a slender black-clad figure was approaching against the wind...
His toe touched the ground as if skimming over waves...
He was walking, yet it seemed as though he was riding the wind, his movements graceful and elegant...
The black robe, embroidered with golden threads, was understated yet luxurious, with long hair flowing freely, fluttering in the wind...
Beneath the flying hair, his features were revealed, sculpted by the hands of the creator like a masterpiece, his facial contours as sharp as knife cuts, with even the slightest excess or deficiency seen as a flaw. His brows slanted and entered the temples, his thin lips slightly curled, carrying an unmistakable mocking expression...
What kind of man was this?
