The opponent's desire to fight had completely vanished.
The perception brought by spirituality informed Su Ziyu that Sister Friede was in a very peculiar state; it was as if a black ring in her body was drawing faint breaths from the flame.
"Shall we chat casually then?"
Su Ziyu also sat by the bonfire, facing Sister Friede, ready to react if anything seemed amiss.
Pop.
He casually took out the Demon Gourd, poured a cup of Immortal Brew, then handed it to Sister Friede, saying slowly, "Would you like a cup?"
"No need," Sister Friede gently shook her head, "Nuns cannot drink alcohol."
"Besides, I lost my sense of taste long ago."
How pitiful.
Not even needing to eat?
Su Ziyu drank by himself, shook his head, and asked curiously, "Do you replenish energy just by warming yourself by the fire? No need for any food at all?"
"The Undead do not require food," Sister Friede replied softly.
No wonder.
