"You're from the Ye Clan?"
The silvery-metallic witch, her expression instantly darkened.
She sized up Ye Hanjun, sensing his aura in secret, yet she couldn't match him with the Ye Clan in her memory.
"A saint? No, too weak of a physique."
"Not a saint? But where did that Thunder Sword come from? Why is it moving with him?"
Metallic Witch Wu Jinyin, her thoughts in chaos, was forced to halt her reasoning.
Her clan wielded the power of metal, skilled at consuming hard substances and then refining materials beneficial to their spirit-metal bodies from them.
Though their resulting Spirit Wisdom was decent, it wasn't suited for long-term or excessive thinking.
Once a flaw appeared in her seamless metallic witch body, it provided an opportunity for the enemy, inevitably reducing her combat effectiveness.
"Never mind, if he is from the Ye Clan, I cannot let you stay!"
"Just stand there and wait to die, old lady will smash your head with a punch, it won't hurt much!"
