Within the deepest parts of the Spirit Sword Sect, Patrick stood, legs two feet apart and hands-free from his pockets as he stared at the man sitting on the throne made of swords. The scene was calm yet tense as two beings stared at each other intensely; Patrick stared at the man expressionlessly with lazy eyes; it was like gazing at an insignificant existence. But contrary to Patrick's expression, the man gazed at Patrick with widened eyes, the revolving swords behind him instantly losing their radiating essences as they halted after.
"Who....are...you!?"
The man slowly asked heavily as he steadily rose from the throne. The man stood at an estimated height of over six feet. He had short black hair and a trimmed beard; he had smooth skin and a handsome masculine face. He had the facial features of someone in his late thirties.
