A Thousand Years Ago in the Sima Empire

The wind blades had been aimed at them in an instant.

But for the two women, a few wind blades posed no threat at all.

They dodged them with ease, without a care in the world.

"Whoa! Those wind blades were so sharp and precise!"

After it was over, Lan Qingyou couldn't help exclaiming.

Witches could see Magic Power.

From that single blast of wind blades, Lan Qingyou and Alisa could tell that whoever had cast the spell was no ordinary Mage.

After watching the blades fly off, the two women turned to look at the ground.

An old man with a head of white hair stood at the entrance to the village.

His age had left him somewhat hunched over.

But they could both tell that he didn't have much Magic Power.

"That's strange."

"Sure is."

Like a couple of people speaking in riddles, they glanced at the old man and each made a remark.

Then they began to descend.

To keep the old man who had cast the wind blades from thinking they were a threat or meant him harm, they descended very slowly.

But no matter how careful they were,

to anyone else, they still looked threatening.

They hadn't even reached the ground before a group of villagers came running out of the village, carrying hoes and shoulder poles. They surrounded the old man to protect him.

It was obvious.

Those fellows must have been waiting for backup beneath the trees or behind the wooden walls.

But... though they might have thought they were hiding, there was no way they could have concealed themselves from Lan Qingyou and Alisa.

"Who are you?"

The two women had never heard the Karim Language the old man spoke.

But, unexpectedly, they could understand what he meant.

Just like when they'd