Kyrian entered the hall with firm steps, his expression calm. He was dressed in simple black clothes, but within them there was something that overflowed with natural authority.
The only ones who could wear that robe in the sect were two. The leader and Kyrian.
His black hair fell down his back, shining faintly under the hall's soft light. His face, with perfect lines, as if it had been sculpted.
Too handsome for a boy, but far from seeming delicate.
But that wasn't what held everyone's eyes. It was his eyes.
Deep green eyes that carried something impossible to ignore. The irises, shaped like swords, released a sensation of a hidden blade, sharp, ready to cut everything into pieces.
Immediately, the central disciples thought the same thing.
'A special physique.'
Feng Yuan spoke calmly, but his words were heard with full attention.
