Ilcheon Sword questioned the old manâs words.
âThe leader of the Celestial Stream Sect?â
âThatâs correct.â
âWhat?â
That old man was the leader of the Celestial Stream Sect?
Ilcheon Sword couldnât hide his disbelief.
It had only been the first day of the search. He had prepared to wait as long as two weeks, and yet the sect leader appeared before him so suddenly?
âIs this guy really the leader of the Celestial Stream Sect?â
Doubt flashed through his mind. The manâs claim was flimsy at best.
And more than thatâ
âWas he ever this strong?â
The known strength of the Celestial Stream Sectâs leader wasnât impressive. At best, he should have been on par with the vice-captains of the Azure Dragon Division.
But this manâ
Even at a glance, Ilcheon Sword could tell he was Hwagyeong-level.
Far stronger than the reports suggested.
As Ilcheon Sword fixed him with a suspicious glare, the old man spoke again.
âI heard you were looking for me, so I thought it polite to present myself first. I hope that pleases you.â
The words pulled a hollow laugh from Ilcheon Sword.
âWhat a jokeâ¦.â
His gaze grew cold.
âYou must think the Alliance is a laughingstock.â
The sect leaderâs claim twisted Ilcheon Swordâs face into a sneer.
âYou knew the Martial Alliance was searching for you, yet you appeared willingly? Do you even know who I am?â
Crackleâ!!
A murderous aura began to rise from Ilcheon Swordâs shoulders, spreading like wildfire.
âIf this is your idea of a joke, Iâm not amused.â
âA joke? I merely acted with courtesy, as I said.â
âIs that so?â
Shingâ!!
The blade of Ilcheon Sword shimmered with a layer of sharp energy.
The air trembled under the force, gathering into a swirling wind.
âThen I suppose itâs only fair I return the favor.â