Seeing the black-robed youth fall silent, Uncle Yan burst into laughter again and said to those around him, "Looks like my child and I aren't close after all. He won't even listen to what his father says. What? You claim to be Yan Xiangma, and Yan Xiangma is my son, yet you won't even heed your own father's words. Isn't that far too disloyal and unfilial?"
The black-robed youth looked at Uncle Yan and pondered for a long while, as though he had finally made some sort of decision. Then he chuckled and said, "City Lord Yan, long time no see."
"Li Mu Yang? It's you?"
"Looks like City Lord Yan remembers me vividly." The black-robed youth laughed heartily. He extended a hand, his fair, slender fingers lightly lifting one corner of his hat. Then he gave it a sharp flick, and the hat covering his head and cheeks fell onto his shoulders.
Whoosh—
Handsome and debonair, with swordlike brows and starry eyes.
His face was as flawless as jade, his bearing graceful and refined.
Like a pure lotus in water, like drifting blossoms in a forest.
Like a crane standing above the Heavenly Pool, like a rainbow startling the world after rain.
There were many intruders, and quite a few female cultivation experts were present as well.
Thus, when the black-robed youth lifted his hat and revealed his true appearance, wave after wave of startled exclamations rose from the crowd.
"What a beautiful young gentleman."
"Even Pan An reborn would be no more than this."
"With such beauty as this, how could he belong to the evil dragon race?"
Even the men felt their eyes light up, as though a brilliant beam of light had pierced through thick clouds, shining so brightly that they could hardly keep their eyes