Jilin suddenly sensed a subtle movement behind him, his nerves instantly tightening and his muscles contracting involuntarily. He spun around quickly, only to see a middle-aged man standing silently behind him.
The man had a head of raven-black hair neatly tied up, with a few stray locks framing his resolute face, accentuating its chiseled, sword-like contours. His slanted sword-like brows swept upward toward his temples, looking like two unsheathed swords brimming with sharp intent, carrying a natural, overbearing aura in their slight upward arch. Beneath his deep, narrow eyes, pools of pitch-black darkness resembled bottomless abysses, radiating a majestic, unangered severity that seemed capable of piercing through all illusions on the surface. Beneath a straight, prominent nose, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, speaking of unquestionable authority. His chin was lifted slightly, bearing the unique pride of one who holds the highest position; in every gesture, the bearing of a king was fully displayed, as though he held all things in the world within the palm of his hand.
He wore a moon-white Daoist robe, the soft fabric swaying gently in the breeze, with ancient runes embroidered in gold thread along the hem and cuffs, faintly emanating a soft glow. A dark blue silk sash was tied around his waist, from which hung a lustrous white jade pendant, further exclaiming an air of otherworldly refinement.
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