Mei Suren? Mei Suren, one of the Seven Sword Immortals?
Storyteller had long heard of Mr. Siren, the famed master of the Sword Dao, but like everyone else on the continent, he had never seen Mr. Siren in person.
Upon hearing the name, his spirits lifted. He too bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Mr. Siren."
This was a true senior! Unlike a title such as "Eighth Sword Immortal," which had been carved out through slaughter.
The title "Mr. Siren" represented Mei Suren's attainments in the inheritance of ancient swordsmanship. He was worthy of being called a grandmaster for generations to come! "Mm."
Mei Suren tapped his paper fan without much response, only looking at Ba Zunan and getting straight to the point. "After going through so much trouble to arrange a meeting in a place like this, why did you ask this old man to come?"
"For the inheritance of the Sword Dao, and for the future of the Sword Dao." Ba Zunan spoke with righteous conviction.
Mei Suren raised a brow almost imperceptibly. Clearly, he had not expected that answer.
He smiled. "The Eighth Sword Immortal is a genius of this age, proficient in all nine great sword techniques. If it is for the Sword Dao's inheritance and future, I think what you can accomplish is not much less than this old man."
"I cannot." Ba Zunan decisively shook his head. "I have long sealed my sword. Under the Martial-Sealing Talisman, my body has become frail as well. My life has been beset by twists and turns, and now I am no longer fit for strenuous activity."
Sealed his sword... Mei Suren's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly thought of the young swordsman he had met at First Pavilion Under Heaven.
Had his deduction truly hit upon Ba Zunan's present circumstances?