Maniac, Madman, Beauty

When Ling Han leaped into the ice lake, a figure walked out of the tree hollow, sweeping an ice-cold gaze over everyone.

It was as if this person's gaze was tangible. With a single glance from him, anyone would feel as if their blood had frozen over, as if they did not even know how to walk anymore. Furthermore, the skin all over their bodies would feel waves of pain.

The people in the surroundings suddenly turned around, looking towards that person.

This was a young man of twenty-three or twenty-four years old. He was dressed in white, spotless, and filled with an air of elegance.

"Yo, where did this pretty boy come from? He's quite handsome, isn't he?" Someone immediately teased. This was a perverted middle-aged man who had an abnormal sexual orientation in some aspects. He stared at the face of this white-robed young man, revealing an expression that would cause disgust.