The Bai Lu seemed as if it understood human nature, slowly flying into the grand hall and landing in front of Phoenix.
Not a single feather was out of place, head held high, eyes proud, much like its master.
He was an exceptionally handsome man, so much so that at first glance, one might even overlook his attractiveness.
Because his charisma was simply too outstanding, his robe fluttering about, his long hair billowing.
Like silver light scattered in the dark night, like snow bursting into view amidst the vastness.
His features were striking, his gaze tender. Every movement he made was carefree and confident, a dashing gentleman of the troubled world.
Tang Fei also considered himself handsome; ever since Phoenix had gifted him several sets of clothes, he would often admire himself in the mirror, issuing such soul-searching questions:
Being born this striking, what kind of thighs can't I embrace?
