On the left, Master Tuoba of Ten Thousand Beasts Peak sat.
His towering physique was almost bursting the chair, the ancient bronze skin bore a fierce claw scar slashing from the left corner of his forehead to the right cheek, crossing the bridge of his nose. His black hair and beard, dense like a lion's mane, grew wildly covering half his face, but couldn't hide his sharp, hawk-like crimson eyes.
Heat emanated from his body, even while seated, a scorching aura filled the air.
On the right, present-day Peak Master Wang Yu of Danxia Peak sat with a smile.
The Danxia patterns flowed on his cloud-patterned Daoist robe, a horsetail whisk rested on his arm, displaying an ease and harmony. He glanced at Wei Ji, then Tuoba Huang, a profound gleam flashed in his eyes.
What the three were discussing was Zhao Hansheng and Qin De's debate matter.
