The Great King’s Tale of Immortals

Jiang Chen stood before the mirror. The figure reflected in it was nothing short of a masterpiece by the Creator. His face was as fair as fine jade, and his skin was even more delicate than the finest mutton-fat jade. When his peach-blossom eyes opened and closed, their glances flowed like rippling spring waters. Yet deep in his pupils lay a calm and world-weariness as cold as a ten-thousand-year-old pool. A single look could set a lovestruck maiden's heart aflutter and stir even the battle-hardened Holy Maiden.