The camera focuses on the boy's white hair.
Perhaps because Ma Ran's "Burning Martial" cultivation realm is relatively high, his life force is strong. His head of white hair doesn't look withered and dull like a normal aging person's, but instead, each strand is lustrous, like satin shimmering with mithril brilliance.
In the grand hall, the wind suddenly rises.
The silver hair flutters, making it impossible for the audience at the scene and in the live broadcast room to take their eyes off.
After the previous speech, Ma Ran clearly had more important things to say, but seemingly due to factors unknown to outsiders, he is restrained. His brow slightly furrows, standing still like a statue that has existed since ancient times, weathered by wind and rain.
In the VIP seats, many National Guardian-level Extraordinary Ones are somewhat uneasy at this moment.
