Great Zhou Mansion, Training Ground.
The sun shone brightly, and the crowd roared with excitement. On one training platform after another, youths traded blows and shouted, their Genesis Qi colliding to draw waves of cheers from below. The spirit of youth and vigorous vitality intertwined and surged here.
On an inconspicuous corner stand, three figures stood quietly. They seemed somewhat out of place amid the surrounding clamor, yet strangely drew quite a few gazes.
At their head stood a white-robed youth with a tall, straight figure, handsome features, and deep black eyes. It was Mo Lin. His spotless white robes further accentuated his cool, ethereal bearing, as though an exiled immortal had descended into the mortal world. His aura was restrained, yet he possessed the poise of a deep pool and towering mountain, making others wary of underestimating him.
Beside him stood two breathtakingly beautiful girls, one to either side, each with a distinctly different appearance and temperament.
Zi Yan stood on the left in a purple dress that outlined her budding, graceful figure. Her skin was fairer than snow, her purple hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her lively eyes swept curiously across the arena. A playful smile lingered on her lips. Like a violet blooming beneath the sun, she was bright and captivating, drawing many furtive glances from the young men nearby.
Su Youwei, on the right, wore a simple and elegant white dress. Her slender figure and refined, ethereal temperament made her seem tranquil and pure. Her brows resembled distant mountains, her eyes autumn waters, clear to their depths, while the beauty mark at the corner of her eye added a unique charm. She stood quietly beside Mo Lin, like an orchid blooming silently in a secluded valley, gentle and moving.
The trio had long become figures