C594 So What If It Is Bengong?
Di Linghan stood at the door dressed in cold frost. His black robe fluttered in the wind, and the sleeves of his collar and sleeves were embroidered with golden flowing clouds. The patterns were clear, and a jade belt was tied around his waist. He was truly a cold and noble young master who had come through the night sky.
His hair was erect by the jade crown