C2887 Sikong Zhaixing Star Picking Sect

Feng Zhentian's gaze followed the sound and landed on a man standing amidst the crowd. His complexion was as pure as white jade, his eyebrows sharp as swords, and his features strikingly handsome. In that moment, he gracefully lifted his hand, a hand so aesthetically pleasing it could only be described as beautiful.

His fingers were delicate, whiter and more tender than a woman's