The person on the left looked slightly older and had a more menacing aura. A sword hung on his waist, but it did not seem cumbersome at all. It was as if the sword was one with his body. It was completely natural!
The person on the right was younger, but he remained indifferent. His gaze was aloof and impartial, as if nothing seems to be bothering him. An awe-inspiring aura emanated around him.
He was carrying an ancient sword scabbard that hung diagonally behind his back. The only part of the sword hilt could be seen above his shoulder. Surprisingly, the tassel on that sword was also white!
The two elegant white figures stepped from the dirt path onto the white rug without a care. Two prominent trails of muddy footprints followed behind them.
After a few steps, they suddenly paused on the white rug.
The two men looked up and gazed at the Heaven Reaching Tower.
