"So you're human?" Wei Wuyin commented aloud, caressing his chin in thought as he observed the figure before him. It was none other than the owner of the masculine voice that had tried to strike him. He was of average height, roughly five feet and six inches tall, athletic build with defined muscles, a creamy brown-colored skin tone, and messy medium-length burgundy hair with scarlet highlighted tips. The contours of his face were relatively sharp, especially his chin, alongside scarlet-colored monolid eyes.
These features generated a somewhat handsome and wild presence to his existence. At the moment, he was pouting with narrowed eyes as he observed Wei Wuyin.
"So you're blind?" He countered. Clearly, he realized that Wei Wuyin hadn't opened his eyes a single time, yet had reacted and struck him with extreme precision. This could only be attributed to him as a cultivator that had lost their visual perception and honed their other senses.