After smashing the carriage in half, Fang Zhen shot forward seven or eight meters before reining in the Red Hare Warhorse and turning to face the man who had spoken.
Fang Zhen's eyebrows rose slightly upon seeing the man.
The man who jumped from the carriage was quite tall for this world, standing at around six feet. He had a head of ridiculously beautiful, long, wavy black hair. It seemed to be naturally curly, and its texture and color were impeccable, like black silk.
Beneath the long hair was a perfect, flawless face. It was exceptionally androgynous, making it impossible to tell if he was a man or a woman. But regardless of gender, the face was devastatingly attractive; one could find no fault in either his features or bone structure.
Whether you called him a pretty boy or a handsome woman, you wouldn't be wrong.
Furthermore, his face was ageless. You could say he was in his early twenties, his thirties, or even a very well-preserved forty, and none would seem out of place.
