Five Elements Sect, the ninth floor of the Blade Tower.
Mo Yun looked in some astonishment at the old man seated on the meditation cushion.
The old man before him was skin and bones, his face furrowed with wrinkles. His first impression was of someone ancient, in the twilight of life, with one foot in the grave-like an oil lamp wavering in the wind, liable to go out at any moment.
Mo Yun had never imagined that this utterly unremarkable old man was the Blade Saint who had once swept across the Thirty-Six Provinces, suppressing a host of prodigies so thoroughly that they could not lift their heads.
Has the Blade Saint suffered a grievous injury that cannot be healed? Mo Yun wondered. Or is this because of a flaw in the Blade Tower inheritance?
Despite his doubts, Mo Yun bowed respectfully. "This junior, Mo Yun, pays his respects to Senior Blade Saint."
The Blade Saint shook his head slightly, a kindly smile appearing on his face as he spoke in a gentle, aged voice:
"No need for formalities, young friend. By the Blade Tower's rules, anyone who achieves perfect resonance with seven Ancient Blades is as good as the Tower Master."
"Besides, your talent surpasses mine. Your future achievements will surely exceed my own. We may simply treat each other as peers."
Mo Yun was rather dumbfounded by this.
The Blade Tower actually had a rule like that?
Wouldn't that throw the whole hierarchy of seniority into chaos?
But he soon grasped what lay behind it.
Whether such a rule existed or not, the old man before him ultimately wanted him to stay in the Blade Tower.
Mo Yun felt rather helpless about that.
After carefully weighing his words, Mo Yun said solemnly, "I hope you will forgive me,