Right at that moment, the crowd suddenly burst into uproar.
It was because Xue Zhao and Xue Wei were taking the stage.
Xue Zhao was dressed in flowing white, her bearing elegant, like a snow-born immortal; on her face was a calm yet confident expression.
Her waterfall-like black hair shimmered with a soft glow under the sunlight, every step light yet steady.
Xue Wei, on the other hand, wore a black robe, his expression stern, a frigid, unfathomable gleam in his eyes.
His aura was like a towering mountain, steady yet oppressive, making people involuntarily shiver. The two walked side by side into the plaza, immediately stirring a commotion among the onlookers.
"Look, Xue Zhao and Xue Wei are here!"
"Heavens, the two of them finally came out. I can't wait to see who ends up taking the Saint Position!"
People chattered nonstop, their gazes tracking the figures of Xue Zhao and Xue Wei.
