Xichi Lake, beside the broken bridge, Liu Yu raised the frame on his eyes, forgetting the reflection in the lake. He had a pale complexion, thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes. He was not handsome, but he could be considered to have an upper-middle-class appearance. I remember someone once said that any part of Liu Yu's face was... None of them can be said to be good-looking, but when put together, they give people an indescribably amazing feeling. But Liu Yu never felt that way. After looking at it for twenty-two years, he still didn't see anything special, even though he had been to this place called "Xifeng Dynasty" in the past two years.