This is a person with a cold demeanor.

The moment Chen Shi laid eyes on the newcomer, he made this assessment in his mind.

With hair as white as snow and a solitary figure, he stood there like a sharp sword, exuding an aura that warned others to keep their distance—cold and dangerous.

What caught Chen Shi's attention the most were the man's silver eyes, devoid of joy or sorrow, lifeless and cold, as if reflecting the struggles of all beings without stirring a ripple. Just being glanced at by him sent a chill down Chen Shi's spine, as if he had been completely seen through, with no secrets left.