It was a little fella who had a face with handsome features, looking to be no more than seven or eight years old. His scrawny body was wrapped within loose clothes, skinny like a thin sheet of paper. But on that small little face, was a pair of eyes that did not fit his age, steady and calm. That pair of eyes, though the rest of him was looking rather wretched, gave people a feeling of composed elegance.
Although that description when used upon a child about seven or eight years of age was rather strange, described him perfectly.
Looking at that child made Jun Wu Xie unable to help herself but to think of Little Jue, the young bumbling little tyke. Back in the Dark Emperor's tomb, Jun Wu Yao had tried all ways and means to improve his deficient consciousness and thinking about him now, he should have recovered by this time. Growing up over the past few years, he might have now matured to become a adolescent youth from that young little child.
