The elder of the Qi Mountain Jiang Family appeared much younger than his younger brother, looking to be only in his thirties, his face pale and beardless, handsome and imposing. But now, with his eyes cast down, he gave off the gloom of a coming storm.
Hearing the words of Jiang the Benevolent, his gold pupils swept coldly towards Jiang Li, the golden light flickering in his eyes. A halo like a sun's corona appeared behind him, with the Qi of Yang rolling and surging, making him look like he was choosing someone to devour.
In front of Jiang Li, it seemed as if the light and shadow of the Great Sun had reappeared, with endless Great Light illuminating everything, as if it wanted to penetrate his flesh and bones, run through his body, and permeate his Divine Soul.