C236 What Should I Choose?

Jiu Yu looked up to see a young man in white emerging from the palace, a three-foot black sword in hand, his visage ethereal, almost divine.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice his hair, dampened by the drizzle, clinging to his forehead.

His eyes, dark as ink, carried a subtle smile, and his lips were neither pale nor deeply red.

He exuded an air of shattered grace.

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