"Why are we meeting here again? I thought we already discussed this. There is a war coming, and we don't have the luxury to waste any time." A thick voice came out of the mouth of someone who looked completely opposite of the voice.
The speaker was beautiful. Beautiful in a way, even the most hardened cultivators who had been through life-and-death battles and had seen all sorts of beauties would turn around and take a second look at them while doubting their entire existence.
He appeared to be in his early twenties, with delicate features that seemed almost porcelain in their perfection. Long silver hair fell past his shoulders in elegant waves, adorned with jade ornaments that probably cost more than a small car. But for a cultivator of his stature and prowess, it made him look minimalist and down to earth.
