Before he even got close to the palace, Xiao Chen saw it: a thirty-foot-tall Bronze Gate, shut tight. Mysterious runes glowed on its surface.
On either side stood two ten-foot-tall statues, each wielding a weapon and emanating a roiling, evil qi.
"Those statues? They can move."
A clear voice came from the side.
Xiao Chen turned to see a young man slowly strolling toward him. He wore a white shirt under a Golden Silk Waistcoat, and his handsome face was framed by charming, almond-shaped eyes.
A large chunk of the waistcoat over his abdomen was missing, revealing a cyan shirt underneath. His Cloud Boots were covered in dust, making it seem like he had just escaped from something.
"A pleasure to meet you, Junior Brother Xiao."
Lin Ping'an smiled, waving with a dashing flair.
If his clothes had been tidy, he surely would have radiated an air of calm and elegance.
