Norton
He was a young man dressed entirely in white, with an elegant and refined air. His handsome features were striking, and his eyes were deep and vivid as the stars. A pair of thick, sword-like brows slanted slightly toward his temples, lending him a few traces of sharpness.
His nose was tall and straight, while his lips were neither too thick nor too thin, but perfectly proportioned. His long black hair fell loosely like a waterfall, reaching about two inches below his shoulders. A folded fan fluttered gently in his hand, stirring his hair into a faint drift and giving him an air of effortless grace, as though he were an exiled immortal—transcendent and ethereal!
The young man watched Chen Yun and the others with a smile. A gentle aura radiated from his entire body, making it impossible not to feel drawn to him!
What a handsome man, as elegant as jade! they all sighed inwardly at the same time.
"Friends, would you mind if I joined you?"
Seeing that everyone remained unresponsive, the white-clad young man spoke again. Yet there was not the slightest trace of impatience on his face, and his tone remained gentle.
"Uh, ahem... Of course! Come, please sit here!"
Brian was stunned for a moment before recovering. He cleared his throat twice, then warmly welcomed the white-clad young man, Norton, to take a seat.
This man clearly wasn't ordinary. He might even be the son of some powerful family!
Chen Yun had also been slightly startled when he first saw Norton, but he quickly recovered.
However, just then, Chen Yun's eyes suddenly narrowed.
Huh? Chen Yun exclaimed inwardly, his gaze growing sharper and sharper. Yet Norton's entire body seemed to be wrapped in something, actually blocking Chen Yun's powerful spiritual sense.
*How is that