It was only a little while before two individuals walked in through the grand doors of Guanghan Palace, three times the height of a person.
One of them was clad in a resplendent golden robe, its golden patterns shimmering even from ten meters away. Standing at a height of eight chi, with a slender yet substantial frame, his entire body radiated with a golden glow.
The other had blue hair reaching down to their waist, adorned with a white-edged bow. In the center of the bow was a large red silk ribbon, sprinkled with gold threads that shone but weren't blinding—without these threads, the ribbon would've seemed quite dull. He wore a skirt that matched the bow on his head.
The skirt stopped at the calves, with flower-laced socks on the feet. In bright red, the skirt's pleats reflected the light more brightly when hit by it. His eyes were large, and his face still carried the tender softness of youth, but there was a cleverness in his eyes and brows.