Standing right at the top of the Kingdom of the Sacred Dragon's power hierarchy—his status on par with the Emperor but without his aged frailty—that handsome face was the feverish desire of every young lady in the Kingdom.
In that moment, the lights in the grand hall appeared to have lost their luster. The crowd only had eyes for Xing Lou's elegant profile, all commotion relegated to a peaceful calm. A never-before sense of devout piety filled their hearts with a surge of fervent adoration.
Even the Lei family youth who had earlier taunted Ji Fengyan fell into silence. With sparkling eyes and a child-like expression, he stared ardently at Xing Lou as if he was witnessing the very presence of his personal god.
In the Kingdom of the Sacred Dragon, there was no one who didn't hold the utmost respect for the Grand Tutor.
Women fell for his good looks and elegant bearing.
Men looked up to his imposing manner and a sense of mystery.
