Gu Qi, the old man, stroked his beard and smiled, "When I traveled here the other day, I saw a large building collapse. I was anxious to rescue, but unexpectedly found traces of your spellcraft. I didn't want to misunderstand, so I just stood by and watched. Later, I heard that nearly three hundred people died in the disaster, and I felt uneasy, so I came here..."
Although Eric found it very difficult to understand such words, he still understood them. He immediately interrupted the old man and asked, "Are you here to avenge those followers of the Shura Cult?"
"Not at all, not at all..." The old man shook his head and smiled, "I have no reason to stand up for those barbarians. I just have a few words of advice to tell you."
Seeing that the old man had no ill intentions, Eric's tone softened, "Please, go ahead."
"I observed your reliance, which is not martial arts but rather similar to Western magic, isn't it?"