Just then, a figure pushed open the door and stepped out from the room. He wore white robes, his hair was white, and his eyes were silver. One could say he bore an eighty percent resemblance to the antlered youth standing beside them. His white hair draped over his robes, his posture was slender yet upright, and his stride was light and graceful. He possessed a noble, elegant air, like a flourishing tree of jade or a clear breeze under a bright moon—truly, he was like a figure from a poem or a painting.
A faint smile touched the corners of his lips, casting an aura of gentle warmth over him, as if one were bathing in a spring breeze.
Only one thought could spring to Murong Yunsheng’s mind: *A man as jade-like as he, peerless in this world.*
Chapter 64