Edna touched her hair and decided to learn some of those lovely hairstyles herself. Next time she went out with her friends, she could give Old School Striking King one just as pretty.
It couldn't be exactly the same, though. She hadn't quite understood what Cunlü meant, but she had gathered that cute hairstyles didn't really suit Sanda King.
That was all right. She could practice in her dreams. Edna's teacher had created a peculiar dreamscape where she could make anything she imagined, even a mannequin.
Edna narrowed her eyes and smiled at Sanda King. The only problem was that her friend was a little too strong. When Sanda King had held her down just now, Edna had felt unable to move at all. No wonder so many people avoided Sanda King when she went looking for duels in the square.
What Edna didn't understand was that an ordinary Priest from Telashir would never raise her strength attribute. Old School Striking King was the only Priest who competed with warrior classes for strength potions. And she had plenty of money. She had single-handedly stirred up so much resentment that people had called her out by name on the forums.
But as far as Sanda King was concerned, anyone who objected was welcome to outbid her. She had never snatched up the fixed-price goods in Hill's or Falan's shops. If an item was put up for auction, who had the right to tell her what she could do with it?
Besides, wasn't there a rich woman who bought stamina potions to feed her pet rabbit? At least Sanda King drank hers herself!
Old School Striking King did restrain herself around Edna. Even if a minor was only a minor in a game, she couldn't go around cursing in front of her.