In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
Qing Ling nodded, then his gaze turned and fell once again on the Iron Demon and the Heaven Monster, speaking with both grace and authority,
"You two, from now on, shall serve as my two great Protectors. As long as you remain utterly loyal to me, I shall not treat you poorly. However, should you dare harbor any dissent, you are well aware of the consequences!"
"Yes."
"We dare not," they quietly agreed, not daring to show the slightest objection.
"Good, with these trivial matters settled, as previously agreed, I am now sending you out. Remember, I do not wish for any news of this place to spread in the outside world," said Qing Ling. As he spoke, the giant that he had transformed into raised and brought his hands together, then pulled them apart to the left and right. Suddenly, with a loud "boom", a huge spatial rift appeared not far away.