Upon hearing Yeongpungâs words, I couldn't help but furrow my brows.
âWhoâ¦?â
I couldn't comprehend what he had just said.
Who was he claiming to be a successor to?
âDid I hear that correctly?â
No matter how I thought about it, it felt like I must have misheard. However, Yeongpung, now looking slightly flustered, continued.
âPerhaps⦠you donât know who the Mount Hua Celestial Sword is?â
âNo⦠Just, uh, explain.â
The title seemed correct, at least. I needed to confirm if the Mount Hua Celestial Sword he was referring to was the same one I knew.
âThe Mount Hua Celestial Sword was the 8th head of the Mount Hua Sect.â
â¦Oh, boy.
âOne of the Five Heroes who stopped the Blood Demonâs calamity during the Blood Demon War.â
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âA revered figure of the Mount Hua Sect, whose name is still brought up when discussing the greatest swordsmen in history, even to this day⦠Young Master?â
â⦠â¦â
Yeongpung cautiously addressed me as he noticed my face contorting more and more with each passing word.
âIt seems like itâs true.â
No matter how I thought about it, the Mount Hua Celestial Sword Yeongpung was talking about and the senile old man I knew were clearly the same person.
But then again,
âWhat does he mean by that?â
What exactly was Yeongpung implying with his words just now?
âA successor?â
The idea that Yeongpung was suddenly claiming to be the Mount Hua Celestial Swordâs successor was baffling. I couldnât wrap my head around it.
Why would he be the successor?
âNo, waitâ¦â