"Eunuch?"
"East Factory Overseer?"
In the shadowed room, the dim light from outside the window illuminated an old man with hair as white as frost.
He was draped in luxurious brocade, the cuffs embroidered with golden threads that exuded an air of intimidating authority.
At the same time, the old man held a gilt bronze mirror, its surface as cold as water, reflecting a delicate yet fierce countenance.
His brows and eyes were picturesque, yet concealed a murderous aura; the corners of his mouth held a smile, yet it was as cold as a blade.
Lu Xuan slowly closed his eyes, feeling the surging True Qi flowing within him, like a river rushing, like thunder lurking.
This was the robust internal energy only a Martial Arts Grandmaster could possess, movement so powerful it could shatter mountains and stones, or kill invisibly.
"The fourth world of red dust... actually made me a eunuch?"
