The 76th Noble Prince's mangled arm was a stomach-churning sight yet his expression was one without the slightest hint of pain or emotion, with hazy golden eyes that resembled the gaze of a ruler observing an untalented jester. He was not amazed.
Since the beginning of his initial glance at Da Shan, determining her lineage origins, the 76th Noble Prince genuinely had not given her another. It was as if it was beneath his status to bestow a lowly existence like her. A level of complete disregard that was supremely earnest and heartfelt.
He was now looking her way; not simply her way, he was looking directly at the violet-skinned, golden-eyed, giantess of hellish strength and mountainous beauty completely, his irises reflecting her valiant and combative form.