Chapter 881 Meeting Alexander
If one were to stumble and fall early in the morning, still groggy from sleep, or in the middle of the night when rushing out to relieve oneself, it would be considered a normal
occurrence.
However, it was precisely this kind of courtyard design that best embodied the aura of a
detached from the mundane world.
sage
At that moment, Alexander stood on the edge of a steep cliff, his back to the mountain path all sage–like. His indigo cloth robe fluttered in the wind, his white hair dancing wildly. He looked as if he could mount a crane and fly westward at any moment.
“Old Mr. Youngblood, I have brought up the inheritor of Sword King,” said Ruben,
“Greetings, Old Mr. Youngblood!” exclaimed Caden and Devon.
Although Alexander was not a member of Sword King Sect, and even held a grudge against Heavenly Sword King, he had promised to protect the Sect. Consequently, the people of Sword King Sect sincerely regarded him as their guardian.
When Ruben and his two companions saw him, they showed him great respect.
Alexander didn’t speak, nor did he turn around. He simply stood quietly with his back to everyone, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.
Ruben quickly gathered his wits, whispering to Emrys at his side, “Mr. Griffins, the esteemed figure before us is Old Mr. Youngblood. Hurry and pay your respects to Old Mr. Youngblood.”
Emrys was left speechless, breaking into incredulous laughter.
After some thought, he heeded Ruben’s advice and spoke to Alexander. “I’m Tigger, and I’m honored to meet you, Old Mr. Youngblood!”
Only then did Alexander slowly turn around. His profound gaze briefly assessed Emrys, and then he solemnly said, “So, you are the inheritor of Heavenly Sword King. There’s no need for formalities.”
“Um…” Emrys was at a loss for words. I didn’t show you any formalities. Are you blind? I was merely acting out of my principle to show respect for my elders when I greeted you. It was nothing more than common courtesy, but you sure do have a knack for reading into things!
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At that moment, Alexander spoke again. “I watched your duel with Killian. No wonder Talon chose you as his successor. Your talent in swordsmanship is truly remarkable.”
Again, Emrys had nothing to say.
“Young man, I presume you’ve already figured out who I am?”
“On the way here, Mr. Ruben had already given me a rough idea,” replied Emrys.
Alexander glanced subtly at Ruben, then continued to speak. “I’m not afraid to tell you, the reason I stayed here to guard Sword King Sect is because I lost to Talon in the past. I stayed true to my promise, and that’s why I remained here.”
When Emrys was taken aback, wondering why he was being told such things, Alexander spoke again. “Do you know why I was defeated?”
Emrys shook his head.
The trio of Ruben, standing off to the side, were equally curious.
Previously, they only knew that Alexander had been defeated by Heavenly Sword King. As for why he was defeated, they hadn’t really considered it. After all, defeat simply meant a lack of strength. What other reason could there be?
Alexander explained in a low, solemn voice, “That’s because most of the sword techniques I’ve mastered are lethal. Back then, Talon was a generation younger than me. I couldn’t bear to take his life, so I didn’t use my deadly sword techniques. Instead, I competed with him using ordinary swordplay, and that’s how I ended up losing to him.”
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