On his left stood a burly middle-aged man with a resolute face, carrying a stone giant axe on his back. His muscles were knotted all over, full of explosive power, yet between his brows was an inescapable anxiety and ferocity, like a peerless fierce tiger trapped in a cage.
On the right, there was a woman dressed in white, her beauty unparalleled in the world. Her demeanor was ethereal yet compassionate, and in her eyes, a glimmer of wisdom seemed to flow. She looked at Dao Ruins, her eyes full of curiosity, and a faint... almost imperceptible hope.
"I am the 'Lamp Keeper.'" The old man in hemp clothes spoke first, his voice hoarse, as if he hadn't conversed with anyone for countless years, "This is 'Cang Ya', and this is 'Ling Shu'. We are the Guardians of the 'Real Coordinates'."
He paused for a moment, scrutinizing Dao Ruins carefully, with a hint of confusion in his eyes: "There is the aura of 'Fire' on you, but... it's entirely different. Who are you, really?"
