The dwarf was an inch short of four feet (1.2 meters) but his stature did not deprive him of a powerful presence. His body was thick with muscle, that much was clear even under all the hair that covered him, and his braided beard that was nearly as tall as him radiated an impressive aura of its own, as if a hidden power lay within.
The dwarf was in the Golden core realm, and Lex could tell that if he were in his prime condition, he would be a level above normal human Golden core cultivators. But Lex was not a normal human cultivator to begin with, let alone the fact that the dwarf was now completely drained of energy as well as thoroughly beaten.
The dwarf looked at Lex and grimaced, the dirt and blood on his face only serving to make him look more detestable. Lex, on the other hand, began wondering why he once again found himself in a situation where he felt like a villain. Did he have some kind of affinity with being evil? Should he give it a try?
