Erwa was focused and practicing her punches with great enthusiasm. She didn't know why, but she felt like this set of Fist Technique was naturally designed for her, feeling more and more comfortable as she practiced. When Lu Ren asked, she answered absentmindedly.
"Probably just a day or two. Uncle, why are you looking forward to him so much?"
"I need a set of clothes."
Lately, Lu Ren had been moving around wearing only a pair of exceptionally elastic shorts, as the Fish Scale Combat Suit and space suit he wore had long shattered.
Only this pair of shorts specially designed for him still served to cover his modesty.
As for Erwa, this little girl was only about twelve or thirteen years old. She hadn't learned any worldly etiquette, so there was no need to be overly concerned.
Erwa touched her ragged clothes, looking like she'd come from a refugee camp.
"I need clothes too. I've grown a lot taller recently. I'll go hunt some mountain goods and trade for a few outfits."
