"A Sword...Sword Saint! Energy Swords? High-level Sword Saint!" A group of mounted sand thieves, staring at Luther on the sand dune in front of them, stuffing dried beets into his mouth and unleashing a Qi Sword with empty hands, all went weak in the knees.
An Energy Sword was a hallmark of a high-level Sword Saint. Was this nobleman before them merely another protagonist from a knight's novel? Yet he seemed to be among those blessed with uncanny luck. Otherwise, how could he be a Sword Saint at his young age?
The sand thieves, who initially had come charging fiercely on horses, disarrayed in their panic. Some turned their horses around, fleeing in all directions, while the remaining ones fell off their horses and kowtowed with their hands held high, crying out, "We came to see off our distinguished guests; we wish you a pleasant journey."
