Sometimes, your father would invite such people as Kafka, Blade, Luocha or... Jing Yuan.

Today, as a "princess"- although, you hated this word, but everyone used it to mean you - you was invited to at least see how the general Jing Yuan looks. He had beautiful, long white hair tied in a ponytail and amber eyes. As your father left the room to make tea, Jing Yuan glanced at you with his calm smile. He reminded you of white lions...

"Hmm?"