The Return Of Celestial Master Zuo

It was not entirely comfortable on the rock, and his wound was not any better either. However, Yan Chen could not care less about the physical discomfort he was experiencing. All he wanted to do was to see who was really there in front of him earlier.

More accurately speaking, there were two people. There was a man, along with a child. The man was covered in purple elegance, complemented by a loosely tied, straight hairdo that was secured by a hairband. The embellishment of a fox-eye stone on the hairband completely resonated with his gracefulness.

Yan Chen did not want to look at the man anymore, for he was already thrown into comparative obscurity by the man's ethereal qualities. The man was looking at him nonchalantly as if judging his lack of good sense.