"How so?" the young man asked casually.
"This place comes with its own music. It's a little eerie at first, but once you get used to it, it's actually quite melodious," Tu Xiao'an said. As he looked over, he saw a handsome face that seemed even younger than his own.
'He almost looked like he wasn't even eighteen.'
He looked far too young. His skin was as clear and smooth as a baby's, without a single blemish. The only thing was, this young man seemed to lack the vibrant energy one would expect for his age.
"Haha, I never expected the great King of the Snake Clan to be so humorous," the young man said, turning his head slightly to glance at Tu Xiao'an with a bashful smile.
But that bashful smile sent a chill down Tu Xiao'an's spine, as if he'd just seen a ghost. It was hard to tell just how old the President of the Ancient Academy truly was, but he was definitely an old monster.
Calling him a mere hundred years old would be a compliment.
