"Next, Qin Feng!"
Qin Feng's gaze flickered. He smiled, stepping out of the line and heading toward the testing platform.
Qin Feng was about fifteen or sixteen, right in the middle of his growth spurt. He had originally been on the thinner side—somewhat scrawny and short, with dull, dry hair. But after being nourished by elixirs over the past few days, his frame had begun to fill out.
He stood tall and lean, dressed in a light-brown robe embroidered with black patterns and a lustrous, milky-white silk coat over it. The hem of his robe was tucked into a white jade belt at his waist, and he wore white deer-hide boots, perfect for riding.
His jet-black hair was arranged in a neat topknot, secured within an exquisite white jade crown, yet it flowed with a subtle, unrestrained grace.
What a graceful and refined young man he was, exuding an air of leisurely elegance.
