Although Xin Yun was only fifteen years old, from his appearance, he looked nothing like a fifteen-year-old child. Instead, he bore a closer resemblance to someone around the age of twenty, not only in physique but also in his demeanor and temperament.
At fifteen, though not a particularly significant age, if someone's physical development was early, they could already be quite sizable. It was not unheard of for a fifteen-year-old to grow to be over two meters tall; it was quite normal.
Constrained by his race, Xin Yun's body had developed well, but he was still far from burly. However, he was certainly not emaciated. Clad in a green long robe, he had an air of a graceful figure standing amidst the wind. It's just that... If judged only by eyesight, he seemed not strong enough, easy to bully.
Standing proudly atop Yinglong, Xin Yun's face was calm. His heart was filled with joy due to the upcoming reunion, but his face betrayed no sign of it.