He looked like he was in his forties, possessing a square face with eyes those of a tiger, and straight eyebrows slanting upwards, and there’s a golden light shooting out from his pupils. He gave off an extreme mental pressure even though he was just sitting there without moving.

He was wearing a golden robe, with various supernaturally courageous golden divine crows embroidered on it.

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