In terms of looks, he was decent enough—above average, one might say.
But a man's handsomeness is about more than just his face; taking everything into account, he was undeniably a handsome guy.
Especially after achieving Great Success in his Martial Arts, he was cloaked in an ethereal, transcendent aura that only added to his charm.
Even so, he never expected a photographer to stop him and ask to take his picture.
The young man was, of course, Zhao Rui—also known as Zhao Domain.
"That's right, that's right! Sweet Porridge, Cherry, get over here. You two are going to take a picture with the Daoist."
"A vixen paired with a Daoist—it's all about the contrast. Haha."
The photographer crooked his finger, and the two graceful models sashayed over, their movements lithe and alluring.
When Zhao Rui saw what was happening and heard the man's words, he couldn't help but curse to himself. 'Damn it!'
