Near the Tang Sect factory grounds, a man and a woman stood there, looking rather bored.
Their gazes met, and each felt an inexplicable familiarity when looking at the other. Yet neither knew who the other was or what they were called.
The situation left them both looking somewhat strange.
However, as she watched black smoke continuously billowing from the factory grounds, the girl was the first to plop down on the ground, fatigue written across her face.
"Senior, may I ask what your name is?"
"I don't know my name. He did not give me any memories concerning one. I only know my power and the Spirit Words I possess."
When the young man mentioned "Spirit Words," he paused. His stern eyes fell upon his own hands, hesitation flickering through them again and again.
Hearing him, the girl yawned indifferently and lightly combed through her long golden hair. She sat there, thoroughly bored.
"It seems obvious that you and I are both avatars he created. I wonder what he created us for, and why he does not control us himself.
"I just hope we can survive tonight. Although we had memories from the moment we were created, we can only live for seven days.
"But if we win this time, he will most likely let us have fun for a few days."
As she spoke, the girl rose to her feet and looked at the young man with her bright eyes.
Under her gaze, the young man instinctively took a step back. He turned his head slightly and did not look at her, but his calm voice carried over.
"You can rest assured about that. I'm very strong."
"Although I don't know exactly how strong I am, even if we encounter some powerful danger, it should not be my