Back with the sowrd saint ad the man in white robes, hood and a mask. A full moon hung overhead, casting it's silvery glow over the estate below, the air thick with tension, the man in white spoke to the sword saint with a smirk playing beneath his mask.
"You should start taking things more seriously," he began, his voice a low, ominous rumble. "From their aura, I can tell that all of your children are already far from the estate. Even the workers who used to tend to the grounds have vanished. So there's no more need to hold back. There's no way the sky-splitting swordsman is capable of just this."
The sword saint's brow furrowed in disbelief as he posed his question, his voice laced with a hint of skepticism. "How did you know I was holding back?"
