Xia Qin had a backer, or at least, others thought she had one.
The Silky Realm Swordsman, Kun Siqi, had ranked eighth in his martial arts sect in his early years. With seven senior brothers and sisters stronger than him, he made a living outside and was given the nickname Kun Ba (Old Eight of Kun).
However, as time passed, Kun Ba, once bottom in terms of status, rose to become the most renowned Swordsman, overshadowing his former seniors.
"You are Lu Ping'an? A remarkable young man indeed! Come, sit, sit."
Kun Ba was a kindly middle-aged man, of medium stature, dressed in a regular shirt and slacks. Neither the muscles honed by his profession as a swordsman nor any distinguishing characteristics were apparent in his appearance.
He looked like an ordinary staff member who had just finished work.
"... Very powerful." But the big cat behind Lu Ping'an quickly gave an assessment.
"How powerful?"
