The old woman was freaking out on the inside...
Despite having lived long and seeing many things in her life, Ashton was an existence that she couldn't easily fathom.
Sure, the child was calm and composed. It's as if he's a sage that had long since freed himself from mortal fetters and is calmly observing the world beneath his feet.
For someone so young, such air shouldn't be easily cultivated, much less displayed. Yet this young man didn't look like he was faking it. It's as if he truly exists in a different plane compared to them.
'I have lived for so long and seen all kinds of personalities...I even discovered and raised Heroes myself, yet none of them gave me this kind of intimidation at first glance.'
'Who in the world is this child?' The old woman thought to herself.
In their brief exchange of glances, the old woman saw a visage of a long and seemingly endless river next to an incomparably tall tree.
