"Sword Servant, why don't you..."
The Grey Robed Elder Monk's brows twitched twice as he looked up, forcing a flattery smile. He extended a finger, dirty with grime, pointing towards the terrifying chaotic battlefield below.
"I cannot intervene."
Not turning back, the woman holding the sword quietly gazed at a void on the Human Race's side, her clear and penetrating eyes faintly reflecting a silhouette.
"Why, if you could intervene, these people are nothing but a bunch of mere chickens and dogs..."
"You have quite the nerve, demon monk, to call my Human Race mere livestock right in front of me."
The words struck like steel needles, seemingly penetrating the eardrums of the Grey Robed Elder Monk, causing such a sharp pain that the old demon monk looked around in panic, searching for the source of the voice.
"Don't bother looking, isn't he right across from you?"
The woman with the sword enlightened the Grey Robed Elder Monk with a simple remark.
