At the office door of Shi Wangyue, Ze Wu made quite a few promises to his assistant, assuring him not to disturb his boss once inside. Only then did the assistant almost silently push open the tightly closed office door.
As the door slowly opened, Ze Wu immediately saw the young man sitting quietly by the desk, writing scriptures with a brush.
The young man had flawless features, with a delicate arrangement forming a stunning outline. Beneath the softly flowing shadows of his gaze was an inherent noble and aloof demeanor, like a snow-white orchid at the bottom of a secluded valley, exuding solitude from within.
He just stood there quietly, like a deity from the heavens above.
His elegant bearing was unlike anything earthly.
Just as this thought emerged in Ze Wu's mind, he ruthlessly suppressed it: "No, for the sake of all humanity's happiness, I must find a fairy to bring him back into the busy world. The world is so bustling, yet he remains so Buddhist-like—this is not good."
