Inside the target practice room, Huazhu pursed her mouth, the dull color of her eyes seemingly brighter.
Ye Hanjun continued:
"If I'm not mistaken, the skill 'Gathering Sand into Shield' is the key you've relied on throughout your wandering life, right?"
"Yes!" Huazhu agreed wholeheartedly, "It is a racial skill that the mud-cast fetus of the Desert Witch Clan must learn. With or without it, my ability to survive is completely different!"
"I always thought I would never be able to learn it. Five years ago, when a hunter chased me, I accidentally fell down a cliff. In an extreme situation, I suddenly comprehended the skill, which saved my life…"
Huazhu's past experiences were abundant, and wouldn't be exhausted even in ten days and nights.
Ye Hanjun played the listener, letting her recount her story.
Once he had a rough understanding of the situation, he asked her to demonstrate her skill for further measurement of its strength.
"Swish swish swish swish——"
