Three months later, Martial Country.
Two individuals, harnessing spirit light, traversed through wind and dust to arrive.
They were two women, one tall, and one short, neither old nor young, all in the prime of youth. Although they seemed roughly the same age, their temperament differed greatly; one exuded mature charm with a hint of weariness, while the other carried an imposing demeanor, cold as ice.
"Martial Country?"
"Wudu!"
"..."
The two descended and stood on the main road, their eyes shifting yet silent.
The thoroughfare was made of concrete, with horses and carriages like dragons passing by, raising clouds of dust and smoke.
Alongside the road, vast fields could be seen, the rice golden as the sea, with many farmers inside, sweating profusely, working hard.
Rejoice in the rice waves a thousandfold!
The two stood by the road, watching the fields that stretched out like an ocean, silently for a long time.
Such a scene, even they had never seen before.
