The man was handsome, in his twenties, attractive in appearance, with a straight and prominent nose that drew admiration. The woman, just over twenty, had skin as soft and smooth as jade, eyebrows like distant hills, and delicate features as beautiful as an immortal! Both wore pure white clothes, their garments fluttered elegantly, while a gentle breeze blew beneath their feet. They looked like a divine couple.
Their names were Ruan Qingfeng and Ding Rui, formidable cultivators not to be underestimated.
Ding Rui gazed down at the scene within the junkyard and remarked with cherry lips slightly parted, "Brother Ruan, I did not expect there to be such a formidable fighter in Zhonghai City."
"Xiao Rui, as they say, there are always people better than you. Even the mortal world can produce miracles. Although most people are like a drop in the ocean compared to cultivators, exceptions always exist; I myself was once merely a mortal."
"Who do you think will win?"
