When the figure shrouded in purple mist approached, everyone finally saw the appearance of the newcomer clearly.
The person was dressed in a purple brocade robe, standing gracefully like a noble tree of orchids and jade, with a complexion as fair as snow, like spring waters and autumn moons. His eyebrows were as exquisite as if carved by a knife, and his eyes glimmered with a faint purple hue, as beautiful and translucent as purple glass, even carrying a dreamlike beauty.
Furthermore, he exuded an even more powerful presence.
This power inexplicably made them feel a willing urge to bow down.
Such a mysterious power.
At this moment, the crowd did not know that this was the most mysterious power of the Witch Clan.
They did not understand, at this moment, they were merely captivated by the man's appearance.
They simply thought he was too beautiful.
Especially those eyes, glowing with a purple sheen, could make people involuntarily become immersed.
"So beautiful."
