In a dimly lit room, a man sat on a black dragon chair, and under the moonlight, he slowly removed the dark gold mask from his face.
What kind of visage was it?
It was so stunningly beautiful that it could overshadow heaven and earth, leaving anyone speechless upon seeing it...
However, this face was exceedingly pale, with a shallow scar running vertically down the left cheek, which did not mar his beauty but added an enigmatic allure.
"Who!"
Suddenly, footsteps sounded from outside the door, and Bei Jun hurriedly put the mask back on his face, asking coldly.
A weak voice came from outside the door: "Adoptive father, it's me."
Bei Jun furrowed his brows slightly, and the aura of arrogance in his dark gold eyes was as chilling as his voice.
"Come in!"
