The arena within the Fate Platform, with a diameter of eight thousand kilometers, held two young figures standing a kilometer apart.
Both possessed an air of striking handsomeness and grace, yet Qi Muchu carried an effortless charm about him, and even with a spear in his grasp, he could not conceal the innate elegance in his bones.
In comparison, Shi Xiaole, with a long sword hanging at his waist, stood casually, embodying a manner that couldn't be simply described as unrestrained or ethereal. To onlookers, he was like a swordsman stepping out from a painting, crossing the threshold between reality and fantasy, exuding an otherworldly allure that was almost unbelievable.
"Brother Shi, you might not believe this, but from the first time I saw you, I knew you wouldn't be easy to deal with,"
Qi Muchu said with a smile.
"You too,"
Shi Xiaole replied.
