World Stage, west entrance.
A man and a woman, two young people dressed in splendid attire, stepped in.
The woman leading the way, was dignified and graceful, with phoenix eyes, willow eyebrows, and an oval face; her figure tall and slender.
The boy following her was slightly shorter. His temperament was pure, features handsome, and although his face still held traces of youth, it was evident that in a few more years, he would be an exceptionally handsome man.
As they walked, he grumbled in complaint: "I said I didn't want to come, yet you insisted on dragging me here to watch. What's there to see? Interrupting my training..."
The woman in front pulled him along: "Hurry up!"
"Hey, don't pull my hand," the boy protested in a low voice, a bit embarrassed: "There are so many people."
The woman in front suddenly turned around, staring at the boy.
The boy instinctively shrank back, but his hand was tightly gripped and he couldn't pull away.
