Du Yu felt things were going south, quietly thinking so to himself. He grabbed one of Baojun's pointed ears and murmured soothingly, "Calm down, Baojun, calm down."
Baojun was still retreating step by step, because down below, a massive silver figure was closing in.
That was also a Silver Lynx, just as gigantic in size.
Within the layers upon layers of the Wind Killing Array, the Silver Lynx strolled as if through a courtyard, weaving lightly in and out. Calling its movements "godlike" wouldn't be an overstatement at all.
And on top of this Silver Lynx's head stood a tall, thin figure.
It was an old granny with snow‑white hair. Though her face was wrinkled with age, it did nothing to hide her refined temperament.
Regarding the saying "beauty is in the bone," Du Yu now had a profound understanding.
The granny's face was ancient, somewhere around her seventies or eighties; her once lovely features had long since faded.
Yet the years had not managed to defeat this beauty.
