Jiang Hao Tian's appearance made everything around seem to freeze.
The immense strength made Zhantai Guyue and the others unable to breathe.
But they still curiously looked over.
A person with an elegant demeanor, somewhat resembling the one in the portrait, stood there, coldly staring at Jiang Hao and the others.
This indifferent gaze seemed to regard them as a group of juggling monkeys.
"It really is Jiang Hao Tian," Zhantai Guyue said seriously. "The person in the portrait does indeed resemble him somewhat."
Su Yusheng was also shocked, "Watching from afar earlier didn't make much of an impression, but now that he's closer, I finally understand the vast difference."
In front of Jiang Hao Tian, they felt like mere ants.
Subconsciously, they looked at Jiang Hao.
They wanted to see what kind of expression he had.
However, they were disappointed.
Because they saw no expression at all.
