Bapho the Calamity Goat

"Woah look! Someone is coming out!" exclaimed one of the cultivators that were on standby.

"T-That's!"

Barefoot stepped out of the vortex with his head held high. His iconic sarong was fluttering and took the shut out of the onlooker's mouth. Silence but courted all of their attention. The smirk on his face was loathed by some but loved by most.

Woman of auburn hair. The supreme idol of female cultivators was on his arms. There was only one man in the Mortal World that could hold her like that.

The youth that overturned the might of Treas and now, he had come out of the expedition that was deemed impossible to be completed out without losses with a smirk on his face. Arrogance or confidence, the two words mingled when it was time to describe him.