Before he could even finish his words, Lu Ziyang was already massaging his temples and feeling very helpless. "I already know who it is."
At the same time, a man walked over from not far away.
His figure was tall, slim, and well-built, with perfect proportions like an international model.
He exuded a powerful and noble aura from head to toe.
He was clad in a long coat usually worn by Penalan citizens who held governing positions, which resembled a thin cloak.
Under the coat, he was wearing a Penalan's Major-General uniform, which was Cerulean. As he walked, it felt like there was wind all around him.
The army officer's hat on his head made his deep-set facial features appear even more striking.
However, the stern air he gave off made one feel the chills all over.
He was a proper army officer, yet he exuded the aura of a monarch of the dark.