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"You're not running anymore?" The old man looked at me, a trace of mockery curling across his face.
Yet tears spilled from my eyes. "Master..."
"Looks like you're in quite a sorry state..." The smile at the corners of the old man's mouth refused to fade. That sinister air of his was exactly the same as I remembered.
"Your disciple has lost... After traversing the vast universe and endless heavens and earth, I eventually fled here... I've never suffered such a disastrous defeat in the Way of the Sword..." I spoke in anguish.
"So you came to see me so you could have a good cry and then die here?" Sword Demon Master raised his head slightly. His beard and hair parted just a little, and even the age spots on his face seemed to vanish beneath his imposing aura.
"Master... My swordsmanship has long since surpassed yours, and I'm no longer even in the same dimension as the Nine Provinces Realm... I really am very strong, incredibly strong... But I encountered someone even stronger than me..." I hurriedly explained.
Sword Demon Master let out a contemptuous laugh. "How strong do you think you are?"
"Very strong... Incredibly strong." I slumped down onto the grass.
"But your tone tells me you aren't as strong as you claim." Sword Demon Master stood with his hands behind his back, that same arrogant air still clinging to him.
I propped my chin up and sighed forlornly. "Master, you're only something I imagined... What use is it for me to explain myself to you? You can't help me..."
"I never intended to help you." Sword Demon Master sneered.
"Fine, don't help me. I can't think of a way to deal with this anyway. Even if I told you, you wouldn't be