Lu Zhenghun had never seen such a perfect person.
In his eyes, appearance was merely skin-deep; the truly important aspect was the state of the skin and the fullness of the blood vessels beneath.
Among everyone he had ever seen, this person was the best in the world.
How could such a perfect person exist?
Lu Zhenghun was very alert, just about to speak, when he saw a strong wind blow again, and this person vanished like an illusion.
"Master Lu, what's wrong?"
A voice echoed in Lu Zhenghun's ear.
Lu Zhenghun was suddenly taken aback and looked up incredulously, only to see the previous scene dissipate like an illusion, his surroundings returning to the brightly lit courtyard.
All around, people were looking at him with strange eyes, and his hands were crossed defensively in front of his chest, making the crowd show expressions of doubt.
Even the Bone Spirit Tiger looked at him strangely, seeing him in a daze and somewhat spaced out, he couldn't help but ask:
