Within the Imperialdragon Palace, there was a corner where people didn't dare approach. There was a youth wearing a loose, grey robe standing there. He looked rather thin and his skin appeared a little shriveled. From a distance, he looked like an old man. He had few hairs on his body—especially his head, which only had a few strands of white hair, exposing much of his scalp. The white of his hair had a completely different sheen than Tianming's; it was the pale white that came with age. However, his eyes were as large as open mouths. They took up a third of his face, squeezing into the space of his mouth and nose. They were pale white without any irises, giving him a really odd look.

Without looking too closely, nobody would be able to spot him. Within his loose sleeves were terrifying, bony palms that didn't have a single strand of flesh on them. There was only some torn skin that barely connected the bones together. He looked...