"It's fine," the veiled woman replied, her eyes carefully tracking Eryke's every movement, from the slightest twitch of his muscles to the subtle contours of his expression.
"Even though he is young, he can move his muscles with perfect precision and control them to limits I didn't even know were possible. His physical strength alone is comparable to a First-stage Martial Artist."
"Is he really that strong even without his Sword Will?" the disciple asked in disbelief.
"That's right, he is that strong," she whispered quietly. "He is the strongest person I've seen at his age. Unfortunately…" She shook her head. "If he hadn't killed the young emperor of the Million Gold Sect, there might still have been a chance for reconciliation. If he had joined our sect, I could have even helped him negotiate. But he chose the path of a devil, a path he will never recover from."
"It's unfortunate."
