"Braydon Neal, the prodigies of the Spirit Sea aren't like the run-of-the-mill geniuses you find outside. Those who make a name for themselves there all have their ace cards and lethal techniques," Wake White remarked with a furrowed brow.
He hadn't expected Braydon to take such a nonchalant attitude.
To everyone's surprise, Braydon merely chuckled lightly without engaging in argument.
Instead, he seized the initiative and launched his attack.
After all, the elites of the Spirit Sea were renowned for their mastery of deadly techniques.
And did Braydon lack such skills?
Not at all.
For Braydon was none other than the Thirteenth Master of the Spirit Sea!
His soul had merged with that of the three-year-old Braydon long ago, forming a singular identity.
The Thirteenth Master was Braydon, and Braydon was the Thirteenth Master.
