In Egypt, the Fist Saint received a distinguished guest.
She was a middle-aged woman with long brown hair. There was a huge black bag under her eyes, making her face look gloomy. However, her gaze felt different for those who made eye contact with her. They would feel their souls were getting ripped apart.
The woman had no fear, even when she was facing the Fist Saint as she walked to one of the Fist Saint's mansions, only to find the Fist Saint coming out to greet her.
"Madam Fila." The Fist Saint smiled warmly.
Despite being a top ten expert, the Fist Saint was extremely polite to this woman.
Madam Fila nodded her head and said, "You are injured indeed."
The Fist Saint scratched the back of his head awkwardly.