章 141: 4.6 Fucked Up

Heimo knew who it was, ever since he first laid eyes on that man.

  Jingxue-Jun; he had often heard of that title being called in a tone full of worship, reverence, as if he was a God who was benevolent enough to grace the mortals with his presence. Everyone seemed to agree on one thing, Jingxue-Jun was the epitome of perfection, cold righteousness and beauty.