Friendly Spar

Soon, the Sect master arrived with some core elders and Han Cai following behind him. Unlike yesterday, Han Cai was not wearing any mask; he was again dressed in white, and everyone could see his face.

As he entered the arena, everyone was mesmerized by his beauty and charm.

He was the epitome of grace and elegance. His hair was as black as a raven's wing, and his eyes were a deep, rich brown. He had high cheekbones and a chiseled jawline, which made him look like a prince from a fairy tale. His tall stature and broad shoulders made him look even more imposing. The whole arena went silent as every disciple stared at Han Cai. The level of charm he exuded was nothing to scoff at.