The figure was a generously handsome man with long black hair flowing like silk behind him. He rode a flying sword, just like the myths Igaris had once heard of.
The man descended gracefully, landing on the ground without a sound. With practiced elegance, he cupped his fists respectfully.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Elder Hao. Is this the special boy you spoke of?"
Elder Hao nodded curtly. "Yes, he is. His name is Yuhan."
The man in the pristine white robe, embroidered with the symbol of a soaring dragon, turned his sharp eyes toward Igaris. His gaze was piercing, scrutinizing him from head to toe as though attempting to see through his very soul.
For a brief moment, there was a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
Then the man introduced himself.
