"Yanbo City looks rather desolate."
On the streets of Yanbo City, an especially eye-catching group walked by. They wore matching gray robes patterned with flames, clearly belonging to the same sect. Among them, a girl in red looked around in surprise.
Beside the girl in red stood a tall, upright young man. Hearing her words, he said quietly, "Of course. This is the front line of the war between the Heaven Dou Empire and Spirit Hall. Didn't you see the signs of battle outside the city when we came in? This war is brutal."
Standing beside them was a rough-looking middle-aged man. Judging by his position, he was also one of the leaders of this group.
He looked around, a glint flashing through his eyes as he murmured, "It seems the people from the Heaven Dou Empire have mostly arrived."
"Father, what did you say?" the girl in red asked.
"Nothing... Oh, I mean, look who that is."
The middle-aged man had intended to brush her off, but the corner of his eye suddenly caught sight of another group ahead on the road. He could not help smiling as he pointed in that direction.
"Hm? That's... Xiaotian!"
On the distant street, another large group wandered along. They wore white clothes embroidered with azure patterns.
The girl's cry attracted quite a few gazes. A rather handsome young man in the distant group heard her and looked over. The confusion on his face immediately turned to delight, and he quickly headed their way.
"Xiao Wu!"
He came over and greeted the delighted girl, then addressed the two people behind her. "Uncle, Big Brother Wushuang."
If any of Shrek's Nine Monsters had been present, they would have recognized these people at a glance. The girl in red and the young man beside her