It was unclear how long he had been kneeling until Su Zimu and Mo Ke passed by his side, turning their heads to look at him.
How to put it, from the style of his hair, it could be determined he was not yet eighteen, very young, and when one really looked at his face, it confirmed their judgment was correct.
Indeed, he was a boy of fifteen or sixteen.
But what boy looks like this?
Sword-like brows and starry eyes, the general description would be elegant and beautiful, but to describe it truly, perhaps he possessed the allure of a demon, the beauty of an immortal. Both Su Zimu and Mo Ke thought their own appearances paled in comparison to this youth... that skin like jade, appearing even more pale due to his youth and frailty, yet despite kneeling in the rain for so long, his straight posture showed a stubbornness rarely seen in grown men.
A youth like this, in modern times, would drive both men and women mad.
