Beastly patterns flashed around the middle-aged woman as armor that looked like beast hide instantly covered her entire body.
Zhao Rui's surprise palm strike landed squarely on her back, ringing out with the clang of striking metal.
"I can see you're a remarkable talent. Why not come with me to see the Old Ancestor? If you do, I'll be sure to put in a good word for you."
The middle-aged woman took the palm strike, her body stumbling forward a few steps to absorb the impact, but she suffered no apparent injuries.
She wasn't angry about losing the exchange. Instead, clearly appreciating his talent, she continued trying to persuade Zhao Rui.
"Thank you for your kind offer, but there have been far too many misunderstandings between myself and your Miss Ling'Er. It's best if we don't associate with each other."
