Lord! Erwang's face was smeared with snow and ice, his mouth wide open, staring dumbfounded at the young lord who appeared out of nowhere.
The young man behind him wore an amber-green mask on his right face. He was about 1.7 meters tall, scantily clad in a thin leather armor despite the bitterly freezing weather, his figure slender and fitting, lying somewhere between a boy and an adult man.
The exposed half of his left face shone brightly in one's eyes, his eyebrows brimming with heroic spirit, his nose bridge tall and straight, his smile with a touch of wickedness and a hint of noble elegance, on his shoulders lazily lay a black Dark Beast resembling a house cat.
Seeing the young lord's appearance, the domineering young man who was about to curse loudly felt his arrogance diminish somewhat.
