As the group of distressed martial artists watched Yinfer approach them, each step of her's seemed to be as silent as a gale of serene wind, yet as loud as a war drum beating against their ears. It was only when the middle-aged man felt something off he asked, "D-did you come by yourself?"
He stuttered out a sentence, his back still soaked in sweat as he subconsciously took a step back. Even his companions who had already drawn their weapons had their palms sweating.
The lean-looking male who occupied a fairly remote corner of the cave found this particularly amusing. He couldn't excavate any cohesive intellect from the sharp contrast of Yinfer's indifferent eyes and the panic swelling up in the hearts of these martial artists.
