Following this, two figures hurriedly emerged from the fog.
One male and one female.
More accurately, one large and one small.
The leader was a middle-aged man in a green shirt and wearing a tiger skin cap. He appeared to be about 40 years old, but his actual age was incalculable.
He carried a square wooden box on his back, about half his size, similar to a book box. His expression was dull, his eyes lifeless, staring straight ahead without batting an eyelid. His facial expression, as well as his attire, were extremely unconventional.
The other person was a young woman with a charming smile and starry eyes, her gaze was both pitying and shy.
She was dressed in a purple dress. The large dress swayed with the wind, her figure was slender, and her skin was as smooth as cream.
