The last thing that appeared in front of her was the man's perfectly unscathed and athletic body.
Yi Qingyan looked up as if witnessing a miracle, staring at him in a daze.
"Little sister... you're really not holding back at all. That last move, must be your most powerful one, huh?"
The newly resurrected Cen Dongsheng swaggered with his hands on his hips. His skin showed not a single scar, as perfect as that of a newborn baby.
His tall, athletic physique was like a classical statue crafted by a master, with its curving, streamlined muscles and golden ratio body structure, attracting attention from both men and women.
...The only thing different from a classical statue was perhaps the overly prominent lower body.
The night breeze teased, and the cool wind caressed the man's skin, giving Cen Dongsheng a sense of unrestrained freedom and liveliness.