Not an enemy...
Upon hearing this, Shu'en didn't feel relieved at all.
On the contrary, he became even more tense.
Although such a reaction is quite disgraceful for a veteran swordsman seasoned in warfare, when the young man spoke and the others turned their gaze to him, Shu'en vaguely felt the pressure rushing towards him.
This made Shu'en suddenly realize that the group in front of him, much younger and seemingly on an outdoor trip, might each be stronger than him.
The little girl, who appeared delicate but had an excessively good figure, was holding a gold sword radiating an astonishing sharpness.
The yawning girl carried a faint scent of blood.
The older man and woman had fierce and intellectual looks respectively, clearly not ordinary people either.
As for the demoness Sword Saint who respectfully retreated to the young man's side upon arrival, she didn't need further mention, as Shu'en feared her the most.
