For all Martial Artists, Jiang Wushen is like the sun in the sky, resplendent and impossible to look at directly.
The more handsome a guy, the less daring he is to imitate Jiang Wushen.
Because imitating Jiang Wushen not only fails to add to their charm but also results in a poor imitation—a dog instead of a tiger.
Even their own handsomeness pales in comparison under the influence of Jiang Wushen, appearing clownish and clumsy.
In the realm of long hair and ancient costumes, Jiang Wushen reigns supreme, unparalleled.
Zeng Yue shook her head. Her gaze slid past Jiang Shu, and she quite naturally took Chen Yihan's arm.
"You, you're just too impulsive," she said.
