Only to see his hair and beard all white, yet they didn't seem messy at all, each strand hanging like silver threads, swaying gently as he walked, flickering with specks of silver light.
His face was gaunt, yet sharply contoured, as if carved by knives and axes, exuding a stern and majestic aura accumulated over the years.
His sunken eyes were like cold pools, deep and unfathomable.
The occasional flicker of brilliance in them was like an ice blade hidden in the depths of a cold pool, capable of injuring people invisibly.
His high nose bridge stood tall in the center of his face like a mountain peak, adding to his fierce demeanor.
Yet those thin lips were slightly upturned at the moment, outlining a greedy and complacent smile, instantly adding a touch of evil to the originally immortal-like image.
Seeing Master Yuding slowly walking down the stairs, the two young women in the living room couldn't help but show looks of fear, even their breathing became rapid.
