"GHOST!" Alex screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Hoho! Never thought that I finally saw someone who managed to understand the meaning of my words," the ghost spoke. The way he spoke just now wasn't scary. Instead, it was like an easygoing person. But for Alex, it was still a ghost.
"It... it speaks!" Alex pointed out his sword toward the ghost.
"Hey brat, you are pretty rude, aren't you? This is a will that I leave behind before I die. I sealed it inside the monument where I stored my technique. I'm a bonafide, the founder of Heavenly Sword Sect, Azat," the ghost said proudly.
"Eh?" Alex was surprised by the ghost's words. "Founder?"
"You finally listen to me. That's right, I'm the founder of Heavenly Sword Sect, Azat. I'm the one who made this 'Seven Stars Cut' technique. It's true, I'm never good at explaining. And only you who managed to understand it after a thousand years."
