Outside the Holy City, two figures appeared. These two were a pair of young man and woman; the man had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and extraordinary.
His whole body exuded a mystical aura, ethereal and elegant, like a deity descending from the heavens, making people feel an urge to surrender at a glance.
Beside this young man stood a woman in a plain white long dress, tall and graceful, with a cascade of hair draping over her shoulders, her face exquisitely fairy-like.
Her eyes held a glow of wisdom, like a pair of perceptive eyes, emanating an ethereal, untouched-by-earthly-dust quality.
Both exuded a mysterious aura, like the brightest stars in the vast cosmos, unforgettable at a glance.
"Is this the Holy City? It does look quite impressive!"
The young man looked at the Holy City, a slight smile curling at his lips as he spoke.
"Big brother, the Holy City is full of hidden talents; do not act rashly!"
The woman said.
