The clear sunlight filtered through the stained glass, warmly draping over An Su's grey-white hair, a gentle breeze softly lifting strands of it. Those azure-blue eyes, under the illumination of the sun, resembled a blue lake melted by the sunset, shimmering with glimmers of light.
If one could overlook the sarcastic expression on his face, he would indeed be a beloved youth by all.
This time, the hero selection was targeted by the opposition.
An Su's eyelids twitched slightly; he felt a great pressure.
No sooner had the female imp left than the greater female demon arrived.
The youth was dressed in the saints' formal attire today, paired with a snow-white shirt lining, at the proper age of sixteen; a year younger would mean execution, a year older too old.