Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant's First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine Chapter 10

Edited by: Nololinolife, Kage Sage

Translated: ca_ctus907

Chapter 10: The Distinguished and Admirable Demeanor of a Daoist Immortal

These people, who had almost experienced the line between life and death and had felt their souls fly away and scatter; spooked out of their mind. Their spirits suddenly returned to their body when they heard this light laughter.

Although this laughter seems sloppy. Yet, they did not know why but it brought a bit of an indescribable warmth to them. As if a spring breeze suddenly came blowing into the people's heart and melted the cold ice.

Everyone suddenly returned to their senses and looked towards the place where the voice was coming from. Nan Yan could not help but turn her head, noticing a tall long figure slowly approaching.

The man was dressed in a black robe. Under the light of the fire they vaguely felt that his clothes were fluttering.                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Yet it was unclear the boundary between his clothes and the dim light of night, as if the night was condensed. But his skin was exceptionally white. Unlike Nan Yan's fair and exquisite skin. It is a different sort of white. So pale due to having all black, no daylight; never seeing the sun or the sky. In addition to his pitch black robe this man's appearance was like a spirit in the night.

When he stepped closer, only then could everyone clearly see his face.

He was very young, however over the age of twenty. Tall, handsome, and a flamboyant kind of face, like a crown of jade; masculine good looks. His expression was very cold, kind of haughty. But his eyes were gentle with a tenderness of compassion and tolerance for everything in the world. His eyes were also unusually bright, different from the sparkling, sword-like sharpness of Zhu Feng’s. These eyes were like lights and seemed to illuminate all the dark corners of the world.

Must say that this was a very remarkable man. Even if he has now come to stand face to face with Yan Wang, both are not inferior to each other in any respect.

However, what made Nan Yan really amazed is that the clothes on his body. They were Daoist priest's robe!

TLN:  

He is a Daoist priest!

How can a Daoist priest appear in the palace?

Not only Nan Yan was stupefied. But the palace eunuchs and the palace maids as well as the First Class Female Attendants who had just escaped from death, looked at him with astonishment. Everyone wondered where he had come from, and then Zhu Feng suddenly said:

"He Yi, what are you doing here?"

This Daoist priest named "He Yi" smiled and said:

"I heard about the large fire here in the Qin Palace. This poor Daoist was worried about the safety of His Highness, therefore I specially came over to take a look."

After he finished he looked back at Nan Yan:

"Who would have thought that on one hand I would be able to see such an interesting person."

He raised his hand and saluted Nan Yan:

"Young lady, this poor Daoist gives you a Daoist kowtow."

This man, not only did he look handsome, but he had exceptional and befitting manners. His head is low, suitably not to low and not to high. His hands raised suitably and avoid leaning to either side. His clothes fluttered in sync with each other with every movement. With the demeanor of a Daoist immortal. He even still displays an indescribable air of refinement and esteem.

Nan Yan looked at him hesitantly and also saluted him. She had somewhat recovered some of her spirit.

This Daoist priest called He Yi is a person always beside Yan Wang.

In addition, the relationship is not shallow.

Because the other soldiers beside Yan Wang are submissive in front of him, only he speaks very naturally.

Nan Yan was still analysing his identity. Pondering on how she should deal with him, but she heard him say again:

"Young lady is really a clever person. You must know that the people who can survive under the sword of His Highness, Yan Wang; In this world there are not many.

Zhu Feng coldly snorted.

Nan Yan smiled bitterly in her heart.

She did not feel that she had survived from Yan Wang's sword. Besides, she had calmed down and recalled what she had just done. She wished to slap her mouth several times!

How did she regard herself?

The fat pig ran into the butcher’s house-looking for a good death!

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