Li Wu really couldn't figure Escalo out.

He was a lofty Saint, and yet everything about him gave off a lazy, loose-jointed air, without a shred of the presence a Saint ought to have.

Arguing head-on with a little girl was one thing, but he could also drop his face and start thinking about knocking back a few drinks without the slightest regard for the situation.

It wasn't as if there was some rule saying a Saint had to radiate majesty and awe without even getting angry, but this shameless, no-dignity conduct of his was honestly about on par with Li Wu's own.