Huǒ Shuchang was a man of many eccentricities. He was currently on a pilgrimage to acquire strength, though he wouldn’t say why. He was also looking for something, but he wouldn’t tell Wu Jian what. All he said was that both of his reasons for leaving his homeland were important and that he couldn’t fail in either task.
As a man who couldn’t have been much older than twenty, Huǒ Shuchang was taller than Wu Jian by about two heads. He had long hair that descended from his back. His hair was a strange orange color, a byproduct of his cultivation method. Likewise, his eyes were a golden orange. He had sharp brows, a defined chin, and while his body was quite lithe, the definition of his muscles showed Wu Jian that this young man hadn’t been born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
Wu Jian still found the man annoying.
“What in the heck kinda exercise is this?! You some kind of freak of nature?! Who does handstands with boulders on their feet?!”