Lu Ya was nineteen, tall and slender, dressed in an ink-dark brocade robe with a black leather belt at his waist. His black hair was secured with a jade hairpin.
His features were exceptionally sharp, and his eyes were especially distinct, black and white clearly divided. Deep within his pupils seemed to hide two drawn swords; wherever his gaze fell, it was like a cold glint sweeping across one's face, making people unconsciously want to look away.
He did not walk quickly, but every step carried the calm assurance of, "I am here, so all of you must wait."
That was not an air he deliberately put on, but confidence grown from his bones.
Lu Ya entered the private room, and everyone at the table rose slightly without prior agreement.
He gave a slight nod, taking it as his return salute.
His movement was small. He lowered his head only a fraction, while his back remained straight.
He reached the empty seat of honor, flicked his robe aside, and sat down calmly, never giving anyone a second glance from beginning to end.
After he sat, that sharp aura receded somewhat, yet it did not vanish. Instead, it was like a ferocious beast retracting its claws, lurking beneath a tranquil surface, ready to bare its fangs again at any moment.
Someone quietly let out a breath of relief.
Who present was not an outstanding talent in their own right? Yet the moment Lu Ya appeared, everyone else's radiance dimmed by three parts.
Nineteen years old, Force Transformation Grand Perfection, living in Courtyard Number Four of the Upper Peak's Grade A district, he was known alongside Cui Bai and Chen Jing as one of the "Outer Sect Seven Sons."
The Outer Sect Seven Sons were not merely a title, nor had they