Faced with such a towering Buddha by way of comparison, Daiyue suddenly felt that the rather plain-looking Feng Xuyan standing beside him had transformed into a Pan An reborn.
Feng Xuyan was leisurely holding a folding fan, tapping it against his palm every now and then.
A sword, with a turquoise the size of a thumb embedded in the center of its hilt, hung diagonally at his waist. Its tassel whipped violently in the air currents stirred up by the tyrannical, murderous aura raging across the scene.
Chapter 29