Bab 100: Smooth Lyon Strikes Again!

The stream of white smoke coming from Kyoko's seductive lips was as dense as the fog, one normally saw in high places such as a mountain. However, it couldn't linger for a longer period of time before it disappeared.

"The very structure of an astral is the world's and heaven's energy, or mana for short. Which means only those things made of the same thing could touch each other." Kyoko stood up and tapped her pipe on the edge of the window.

"In simpler terms, magic, arts, and an object imbued with mana could harm the astral, which effectively injured the user's soul."

Old Sean had his eyes glimmering with knowledge. Learning is a continuous process, it only ended when the person died.

"Thank you for your guidance miss!" said the old man while giving a bow. This was an honor that could make anyone proud. It was more than just a bragging right, receiving his bow meant a leap in status. No matter where anyone lives, having a high status was something almost everyone strived for.