Among the 2 rows of soldiers, one of them was dressed in a blue robe, his hands behind his back. He exuded an extraordinary aura, as well as a proud countenance. This was Murong Wang.
The leader of the other group was dressed in green, her long hair tied up in a ponytail. She had exquisite features, but a cold gaze, as though no fire could ever melt that icy countenance. She was Tang Xi. Beside her, 20 other female warriors stood, each of them beautiful in their own right, exuding a mild arrogance as well.
It had to be known that every single person chosen by the Saint Lands had undergone strict conditions. Each time, there would be a rigorous test to sift out those who were capable and worthy of the Saint Lands. Among 10,000, there might only be one or two.
