Ying listened to Joshua's words and sat on a chair right beside him.
Looking at the warrior who had begun recalling the past, the silver-haired girl sighed lightly. She felt vexed because her master suddenly drifted off.
Because her master always behaved in such a way.
Perhaps as a newly born Divine Armament, Ying did not yet understand the attitude and habits of her master. However, from observing him ever since she followed him, she knew that Joshua would sometimes space out. She knew that Joshua would suddenly let his mind drift off for unknown reasons while he spoke.
Meanwhile, the warrior remained as calm and quiet as a statue. No one could have known how crazy he could turn out to be when he was engaged in a battle, blazing like scorching lava.
The immovable statue and boiling lava. Sometimes, there was no telling that how could these two different images that contrast so much would exist in the same person…
