Alex furrowed his brow, trying to decipher the cryptic message from his grandfather. Before he could voice his confusion, the Sword Saint spoke again, his words carrying a weight of wisdom and certainty. "You'll come to understand everything in due time. For now, go catch up with your uncle William and Chelsey over there. They are waiting for you."
Turning towards where his grandfather indicated, Alex spotted his uncle William and Chelsey standing nearby, their expressions a mix of anticipation and concern.
Chelsey's voice pierced through the tension, her tone laced with urgency. "Hey, hurry up, you slowpoke! I don't want to end up getting slashed in half by one of grandfather's mana blades because we didn't get far enough."
The Sword Saint's response was stern, his gaze fixed on Chelsey. "Can't you control that tongue of yours, child? I can't believe that this could be the last time we see each other, and you still have the boldness to crack jokes."
