Zhu Yuan's physique was imposing, his facial features as sharp and chiseled as if carved by a blade, his tiger-like eyes radiating cold, piercing light—a demeanor at once overbearing and carrying an indescribable gloom.
In contrast, Zhu Xiuzhu wore a pale green robe, possessing white hair and a youthful face, a picture of transcendent elegance and a truly otherworldly demeanor.
Yet in the world of cultivation, white hair and a youthful face was hardly a compliment; much like wishing someone a long life, it was essentially a curse hinting that their final limit was fast approaching.
Chapter 379