·I thought Demon Hunters were white-haired, bearded old geezers with a steel sword in one hand and a silver sword in the other, slashing through everyone and occasionally casting a Dharma Seal or something. I really didn't expect them to come up with the trick of wearing their underwear on the outside.
Eleven muttered this as he looked at the fourteen Demon Hunters in front of Durin.
·That old guy is so skinny, he looks like he could blow away in the wind. I'm just worried he'll die right in my camera lens.
Big Orange said with a sigh as he looked at the old man.
Durin gazed at the motley crew before him, feeling like he was in the dark. The Demon Hunters didn't seem to believe that a Divine Craftsman's so-called 'tearful clearance sale at rock-bottom prices' was genuine, thus none of the strong Demon Hunters had come.
But that was okay. Apart from the oldest geezer, the rest were all greenhorns, newbies who thrived on their youth, idol quality material.
