The Empress moves, 92 holes!
Editor: Henyee Translations
Yuan Xingping was dressed in black, and there were multiple rows of golden silk on the fabric. Upon closer look, patterns would be flickering on them occasionally.
This was a treasured armor, but whether it was meant for strengthening attack or defense was unknown.
He was incredibly handsome, his hair black and shiny, and his complexion glowing like jade. His appearance was the type that even other men would feel their hearts beat faster when they looked at him, an extremely beautiful man that other men would want to make bent.
But that was Yuan Xingping. Even those who preferred their own gender would not dare show their interest in him.
Yuan Xingping walked over as if he was strolling, walking very slowly and casually over. Even if there were more than 1,000 pairs of eyes fixed on him, he was still unhurried and relaxed, his art of composure control very well-practiced.