A white martial robe.

On his chest was the emblem of a plum blossom leaf, and a vertical scar that ran up his neck, reaching his chin. His sharp, piercing eyes and deeply furrowed brows immediately gave the impression that he was not someone to be trifled with.

Though I wasn't exactly one to judge, it was clear that no one would mistake him for a righteous sect member or an ascetic.

Among all the people I had seen, he was the most vicious-looking.

To anyone else, he might have looked like a complete stranger. But I knew exactly who …