Eryke remained calm in the situation, his gaze falling on the woman in the blue cheongsam as he spoke casually, "Are you going to fight me too, granny?"
The woman glanced at the torn corpses and swallowed involuntarily. "No." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Really? You don't want to fight me?" Eryke asked, raising his brows.
"I… I don't want to," she said with a shake of her head. "And I'm not a granny. I'm 35 years old."
"Ho?" Eryke arched his brows at her words. "Still, you can be called an aunty, since you're nearly ten years older than me. Anyway, how is a woman like you able to reach such a level of Martial Arts?"
He could tell the woman wasn't lying through the aid of his spell, Aura Farming. The spell was always active for him, practically a passive skill, steadily strengthening his Aura little by little. Up until now, his Aura had increased by 80%, not a bad number, per se.
