He looked very young, wearing a splendid robe embroidered with dark patterns of mature gold, which seemed mismatched with his youthful appearance.
His eyebrows and eyes were gloomy, his voice carried an undertone of inherent pride and ruthlessness.
His voice was not as tender as his appearance suggested either, slightly hoarse, full of a bloodthirsty taste, and vaguely tinged with an unsettling madness.
Perhaps because his stature was not very tall to begin with and slightly hunched, the curve of his spine was deeply bent as if lacking bone support, making his current walking posture seem somewhat ugly and unattractive.
He called himself "this lord," hence he could only be Mi Lu of the Demon Clan.
Baili An's fingertips stiffened slightly.
That day in the sea, after he had gravely wounded Mi Lu, he had still managed to leave the Bronze Gate alive.
Baili An assessed his immediate situation and felt it was really too grim.
