At the southern gate, a man and woman leaned patiently against the wall in a corner, observing the constant flow of people entering and exiting. Evening had fallen, and the bustling crowd created a busy atmosphere.
Despite the small battle wounds displayed by the passersby and their strengthened auras from spending considerable time in this new world, the couple remained indifferent and unimpressed.
None of the onlookers could withstand a single blow from them; they were still miles apart.
A few recognized them and went pale, particularly at the sight of the girl. She noticed someone looking at her, prompting a fierce glare that made them hurry away, shaking as if they had seen a demon.
The man chuckled at their reaction; she was still more famous than him.
They awaited some people eagerly, their eyes fixed on the gate opening, scanning each person that arrived. However, as time passed, there was no sign of the people they anticipated.
