Azuk, Whose Soul Had Traveled Through Time

Kain raised his head blankly and looked at the person before him wearing a white mask.

He could not understand why the other person also knew Mountain Style sword aura. Other than his master, he had never seen anyone else use Mountain Style.

The problem was that when he had fought the mage named Azuk earlier, the other party had also seemed very familiar with Mountain Style.

The masked man's voice sounded very young. He stood quietly outside the cell, his eyes fixed on Kain. "Why do you know Mountain Style too?"

"I want to ask you that! My master is clearly the Sword Saint of Mountain Style, so why do you know it too? And the level of your sword aura..." Kain could no longer continue. He had the feeling that this masked person's mastery of sword aura was even greater than his master's.

Perhaps this person had already reached the legendary ninth level of sword aura.

The masked man stared silently at Kain before asking, "Who is your master?"

"Eugene, the Empire's Sword Saint," Kain answered truthfully.

Upon hearing that name, the Masked Man visibly froze. His hand went to the hilt of his sword as he carefully examined Kain.

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." The Masked Man bent down and studied Kain's face. "Maybe it's just my imagination."

Kain was somewhat at a loss. He did not know what this person would do to him. By all rights, breaking into the imperial palace was a capital crime.

"Um..."

"I ask, you answer. Don't speak until I ask you something."

"Oh." Kain nodded dumbly.

He could not escape at all right now, nor could he defeat the Masked Man before him. All he could do was behave himself. He also had no idea whether Mer