Baili An immediately shook all over, beads of sweat continuously squeezing out of his pores on his forehead, as he turned around pale-faced, facing the handsome man.
He came riding the mountain wind, his black and red robe belonging exclusively to the Xijian Sect fluttered in the mountain breeze, with a feather adorning his waist instead of jade.
His jet-black long hair was meticulously tied up, a black hair crown adorning his topknot, clearly displaying the supreme and noble Sword Emblem insignia.
His gaze was deep and stern, with hardly a smile, and he carried a quaint Longsword at his waist.
One hand rigorously pressing on the sword hilt, his presence radiated like two long-prepared blades, exuding a formidable Sword Qi dignified aura.
His floating body gently landed on the mountain path, the blazing afternoon sun filtering through the lush green leaves dappling his black and red robe, making him appear as if bathed in a sacred light, dignified.
