The ten guards around were stern-faced, their presence still exuding the atmosphere of the battlefield, their eyes slightly lowered, standing respectfully to the side.
Gu Yifeng appeared as cold as frost, his eyes sharp and authoritative, clad in a white tunic with a white cloak, his posture tall and upright. Though his domineering battlefield aura slightly lessened after dismounting, he faced everyone with a leisurely demeanor, yet the intimidating pressure of one accustomed to high position made others feel inadequate.
Wu Xueqin, skilled in conversation, was left dumbfounded upon seeing such a gentleman.
Her heart seemed to twang softly before settling back into calm.
Wu Xueqin couldn't understand what was happening to her; in her eyes, there was only this man's figure, noble and distinguished as he stood there, like a piece of jade, or rather an ancient piece of cold jade.
He stood there, casting only a faint glance at you, doing nothing, yet as if surveying the world.
