Zhen Hua is a tall man with long legs and lean muscles. His thick black hair accentuated his features, drawing out his chiseled jawline and fierce gaze. It is hard to guess his age from his appearance alone.
He don’t look to be more than thirty years old, but his eyes betray the wisdom of one had had experienced many decades. The hair at his temples is a snowy white, contrasting with the rest of his dark mane.
But most striking of all are his hands. They are much larger than an ordinary person’s. The joints are inconspicuous, fair and slender like a maiden’s, and his palms are as translucent as jade.