Wind rushed forward in gentle gusts, rustling the pure white fabric of the robes Chu Wanning wore. His slanted eyes were focused in one direction, his facial features relatively blank, yet there was a certain spark in his phoenix-colored hues.

The elegant-looking man had his pale hands clasped behind his back. The air around him radiates that of a holiness unlike any other. There was laughter coming from the direction his eyes focused on, yet there was no trace of a smile on his lips.