C1318 The Power of Yi Gong

His white robe fluttered in the wind. Even though it was a bit tattered, his majestic figure and handsome face were still enough to make one's mind wander.

His eyebrows were like swords and as sharp as blades.

A cold smile could be seen on his face, as if he were looking down on him.

His eyes were as cold as snow, as if he were a god that stood high above all else