Hiss--
Every gaze in the entire scene was instantly and firmly drawn to this abruptly appearing figure!
He was a young man.
He looked slightly younger than Lu Chen, appearing to be just over twenty.
He had a tall, slender build and perfect proportions, like a battle spear that would rather snap than bend.
He wore a dark-black robe cut to fit him impeccably.
The robe was made of neither silk nor linen. Dim light faintly flowed across it, as if he had draped a concentrated night over his body.
Across the robe, dark-gold threads embroidered countless incredibly complex patterns that constantly twisted and transformed...
Chaotic Demonic Markings!
Those markings seemed to possess life. They squirmed, rotated, and inverted without pause!
Looking at them for even a few moments induced a powerful sense of vertigo, as if one's own perception, logic, and even understanding of the world were about to be forcibly twisted and thrown into disarray!
His face...
Was actually six or seven parts similar to Lu Chen's!
The same sword-shaped brows, the same straight nose.
But his features were colder and harder, sharper, like ice honed by the harshest wind and snow.
Between his brows, he lacked Lu Chen's flamboyant, lively, cynical roguishness.
Instead, there was more...
Freaky!
The ultimate indifference beneath his irreverent exterior!
And a kind of... detachment, as if he saw through every absurd rule in the world, yet responded with utter disregard and mockery.
What drew the most attention, and made people's hearts tremble the most, were his eyes.
His pupils were actually pure silver!
Silver without a trace of impurity, like two cold silver moons embedded in his eye sockets.
And within those silver eyes...
There were no whites!
His entire eye sockets were filled with that pure silver!
Deep within the silver