The man's appearance was not particularly handsome, with ordinary features, yet he gave off an unattainable aura.
It wasn't an aloofness due to noble status.
As a top agent, Willie had encountered many nobles and kings, all of whom exuded a certain nobility.
But that was cultivated through etiquette from a young age, and if you examined their essence, it was merely upbringing.
No different from ordinary people.
The man standing before them was different.
The nobility exuding from him was innately formed, almost ethereal and untouchable, giving off a sacred feeling.
Fang Zheng turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on Willie, and then he gently raised his hand.
His fingers were as smooth as jade, comparable to a perfect piece of art, a wisp of white light appeared at his fingertips.
"Swoosh!"
The white light landed on Willie.
In the next instant.
A vast and gentle vitality surged from within him, and his injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
