As Gu Ming's gaze passed over the person in front of him and fell upon what was behind, the figure of a stag silently came into view.
It was a dark brown stag, its body far larger than that of an ordinary deer.
Its posture was proud and erect, its muscles powerful, and it exuded a quiet, solemn aura.
It stood silently behind its master, like a sculpture rooted in nature itself.
The most striking feature was the pair of jet-black, branch-like antlers on its head.
Mysterious, totem-like patterns were carved upon their surface.
Gu Ming only glanced at them for a moment before an inexplicable sense of sanctity washed over him.
It felt as if they were not mundane objects, but the very embodiment of some ancient faith.
But what truly sent a slight tremor through Gu Ming's mind was its pair of jade-green eyes.
They were as clear as alpine lakes, so pure they seemed untouched by a single speck of dust.
