Could it be?

Avoiding further eye contact with the woman who looked like she wanted to tear him limb to limb, Yang Qing's gaze moved toward the man walking a few steps behind her.

The man looked to be in his late thirties to his early forties with light grey hair that added to the scholar's charm that surrounded him. There was a sense of ease, confidence, and grace to him, that even while walking, it almost seemed like he was gently gliding across the room. It went without saying that he had a visage that looked like it had been carved from the finest jade by the finest craftsmen which went perfectly with the scholarly air he had about him.