C318 Nineheart Fairy

A stately middle-aged man with a mane of white hair materialized before the hall. His arrival was a mystery; as soon as the voice echoed, he was already there, standing firm.

With sword-sharp brows and a determined look, the man was clad in a black robe trimmed with yellow. Gauze wrapped his fingers, and an air of inscrutable depth radiated from him.

Disciples of the Flying Phoenix Pavilion