His eyes swept across, and he saw a person standing behind a bowing imperial guard with hands clasped.
A person of medium stature, yet with erect shoulders and back, exuding a sense of competence. His complexion was not the typical color of those in Liangzhou, weathered by the Gobi sun; his brows and eyes were not particularly sharp, with two shallow lines at the corners of his eyes. At this moment, he smiled gently, the lines softening, imparting a gentle aura.
His hair was tied into a bun with a plain white jade hairpin, with a few strands hanging over his forehead, adding a touch of the free spirit of frontier literati. He wore a light pink lapel robe, with a three-inch wide black hem sewn at the hem, a black leather belt around his waist, and black leather boots on his feet.
At a glance, this person harbored a certain calm and competence typical of the long-residing frontiers, combined with the elegance of a civil servant, warm and with some grace.
