C143 The Fool

His eyes were piercing and untamed, framed by slender, phoenix-shaped lids, and beneath a prominent nose lay a pair of thin lips tinged with haughty defiance.

Yet, what truly lent Zhang Fann an air of enigmatic charm was the way his silver hair danced in the breeze—ethereal, with an aura that hinted at a demonic nature.

His physique was impossibly perfect, with eight-pack abs sharply defined