Ouyang Xiasha turned her head, ready to settle accounts with the person responsible. To her dismay, she saw that the man exhibited no sense of guilt; he didn't even apologize for kicking someone but simply walked away. Instantly, Xiasha handed Xiao Haoyu over to Xiahou Haoxuan and, with eyes red and nearly spewing fire, leaped forward to stop the man.
She saw that the man had a head of purple hair, whether dyed or natural was unclear. His black silk shirt paired with handmade black trousers enveloped him in an aura of mystery and seductiveness, and there was a sense of detachment keeping everyone at a distance around him.
His light grey eyes resembled the eternally gloomy skies of the Netherworld, vast and bottomless, as if shrouded in a mist, both illusory and distant, yet cold and noble.