Lin Mo stepped into the Hall of Supreme Harmony alone, dressed in a tailored dark gray suit and white shirt, his collar slightly open. His entire bearing was clean and sharp.
His features were sharply defined, with high brow bones, a straight nose, and a hard jawline.
His eyes, glinting faintly gold, appeared especially profound beneath the candlelight.
He stood there like a drawn sword, all edge and brilliance, yet carrying an indescribable steadiness.
The hall fell silent for a moment before murmurs rose all around.
A noblewoman covered her mouth, her eyes going wide.
"Oh my god, he's too handsome, isn't he? He's even better-looking than the handsome man in the painting hanging on my wall!"
The young woman beside her tugged at her sleeve, blushing as she whispered, "Mom, keep it down... It'd be so embarrassing if he heard you..."
"So what if he hears? It's not illegal for me to say he's handsome!" The noblewoman replied with complete confidence, her voice growing even louder.
Another woman in a sexy evening gown let her gaze linger over Lin Mo's face and murmured to herself, "So this is the charm of a top-tier handsome man? My legs are going weak even from ten meters away..."
Her companion rolled her eyes. "Could you have a little restraint? He's a Count, not a male model."
"A Count is even better! Powerful, influential, and handsome—he's practically walking testosterone..."
A young lady from an aristocratic family clutched her chest and whispered to her companion, "Oh no, oh no, my heart's beating faster."
Her companion shot her a look. "You were just saying Zhao Lingyun was pretty handsome."
"Zhao Lingyun? Who's that?"
"...You just praised him for looking like an iron tower."
"How could an iron tower possibly be as good-looking as Lord Lin?"