C50 The Humiliation Again

A sudden, cold voice pierced the air, causing Jing Chong to startle. Even the steward, who had been languid and drowsy, jerked awake and lifted his head.

Before them stood a young man clad in snow-white garments. His wide robe draped elegantly over a handsome face, and his hair, tied up high, cascaded down his shoulders. His skin was as pale as the finest jade