Positioned in the furthest corner, the quartet of women, all experienced cultivators, continually glanced at the delicate-looking man dressed in black, his amber-hued eyes capturing their interest. They scrutinized every detail—his skin color and texture, his solid build, the noble grace of his movements, and the half of his face that caused them to gulp with unease.
GULP
"Whoa, don't drink all at once, Lan'er?!" Out of the four, three had skin as pale as milk, while the fourth displayed a slight tan, leaning toward darker tones. They observed their junior sister downing a jar of wine in one swift motion while stealing glances at that man.