"The pressure that senior gave us back then was overwhelming," Kreig Jordahl's body said with a bitter smile.
Thinking of this, Kreig shook his head.
Hiding in the shadows had never been easy.
Braydon Neal stayed silent. He certainly wouldn't speak ill of the one who taught him the way of the sword just to please Kreig, would he?
"This journey is a farewell." Kreig cupped his hands slightly.
"You want to seal this place forever?"
Braydon was taken aback.
"Only then will the world believe Kreig has truly fallen." Kreig's body glanced at his true form.
Braydon didn't offer an opinion on this.
The two walked on together, leaving that place behind.
Fortunately, not many had discovered it.
"I am a direct disciple of the Dlael Spiritual Sect! How dare you small fry covet my sect's tenth level legacy?" Braydon proclaimed as he stepped outside.
His words rang out like thunder, echoing for miles around.
