Two crescent moons were hung up in the pitch-black sky, where countless stars flickered, and a shooting star streaked past, from time to time. The shooting star was reminiscent of a rock tossed into a lake, creating countless ripples.
In a peaceful and boundless plain, the ancient and dignified city, Western Mystery City, stood tall.
There were two figures covered in pitch-black gowns rushing toward the city. Both figures seemed like they were gliding toward the city, as they were able to cross a great distance with every step they took.
Whoosh!
As the whistling wind blew past them, the hood covering one of them was blown back, revealing an ice-cold mask.
"Sect Master... that city is the Western Mystery City. Should we go in?" The High Priestess respectfully asked the figure beside her, from whom not even the slightest trace of an aura could be sensed.
