Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Golden Armor Warrior, with a helmet, handsome features, and a stern expression, pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.
"So, I've been discovered!"
In the next second, a breeze blew by, and the golden armor twisted, as the figure changed dramatically, making a crackling sound.
Soon, a tall figure appeared.
His hair was like dry grass, loosely tied with a red string, wrinkles carved trenches on his face, deep enough to catch falling snow, his half-squinted eyes showing whites as murky as old tea, and his gnarled fingers, thick-jointed and callused, like an old farmer wielding a hoe for a lifetime, yet his back was straight and tall, clad in a black Mystic Robe.
Despite his unremarkable, elderly appearance, he incited commotion among the troops around, the horses' hooves rang in hasty disarray, their cold long blades pointed directly at him,
"Where is Jiang Wen?"
"Who are you?"
