Li Dai's sudden intrusion and abrupt strike interrupted the person who was meditating. He slowly, very slowly, opened his eyes, and then he was greeted by an incomparably ethereal and exquisite face. Even though Li Dai had deliberately restrained her radiance to make herself look ordinary, in the eyes of Du Ruibo—oh no, Shangguan Rui as he was now—she was blindingly dazzling, evoking a tremor that seemed to come from the deepest depths of his soul.
Sensing his own reaction, Shangguan Rui felt utterly ashamed. Li Dai looked to be only eighteen or nineteen, while he was over seventy. How could he feel a stirring toward a young girl—a feeling he had never experienced in his life? It was truly shameful for a man of his age.
To ordinary mortals, though nearly seventy, Du Ruibo—perhaps due to the cedar-in-stone fruit of the Yu Cheng Kingdom, a precious treasure that helped people live longer and age slower—did not look his age. Even with his graying temples, looking at his face alone, he appeared to be around forty. He resembled a handsome, middle-aged uncle, his weathered features carrying a refined, worldly-wise charm that grew more appealing the longer one looked at it. Such a temperament was something the Du Ruibo of his past life had never possessed.
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