Chương 1569: Who Is the Master of the Rain

At that moment, in the city, on the second floor of a pavilion not far away from where Xu Qing was.

A middle-aged man in a white robe was standing beside the railing with his hands behind his back. He retracted his gaze from the aurora in the sky and glanced at the crowd below, looking into the distance.

Killing intent flashed in this person's eyes.

He was looking in Xu Qing's direction.

The middle-aged man was of average height but slightly portly, though he still maintained a certain robustness.

His hair had turned slightly white, showing signs of age, but it was neatly groomed.

The crow's feet at the corners of his eyes and the faint wrinkles on his forehead bore witness to the hardships he had endured, crafting a pair of steady and composed eyes.

Although his cultivation base wasn't specifically revealed, the surrounding laws and the glint of the Dao marks in his eyes revealed his power as a Ruler.