''You know, you somehow look too handsome and composed to be regarded as a random immortal like us, are you?''
The shop keeper's eyes narrowed on him in suspicion as the black dragon listed all the books he wanted to buy on the counter.
He moved his face backward when the immortal at the other side of the counter was nearly in his face.
''You look more sophisticated than the Queen's eldest adopted son that died unfortunately years back. Even more sophisticated in looks than that demonlord, Mo Yuan of the first heaven. What are you? You really are not just any random wanderer I know and have met here in the Third Heaven.''
The dark khol highlighting the lids of this stranger and the otherworldly beauty of his eyes. The strange markings around his neck and the length, fullness and texture of his hair bothered the shopkeeper a lot.
''You are not a demon, are you?'' he asked worriedly while moving away from his face a bit.
