C187 Xiaoyao Gu

The figure that materialized before him was clad in a plain green robe, a white paper fan in hand.

His steps were measured and unhurried.

A subtle smile played at the corners of his mouth.

His hair cascaded down to his waist.

At a glance,

He seemed every bit the young nobleman from a wealthy household.

Yet, this image was at odds with the nauseating