The one-armed man did not turn around, still gazing quietly at the sea.
Thinking of the recent rumors and the maritime ban that was no rumor, several Church knights stole glances at the sea, and terror immediately appeared on their faces.
Where had the sea above the sea gone?
As though he could hear the Church knights' thoughts, the one-armed man said, "The sea went below."
The Church knights could not understand this. One of their leaders said again, "His Holiness the Pope requests that you return to the Church at once, Lord Sword Saint."
The one-armed man said in a faintly indifferent voice, "Is that charlatan going to talk about divine punishment again? He just wants to seize more territory. Why make it so complicated?"
The knight commander was briefly taken aback, then flew into a great rage. Rising to his feet, he shouted, "Even if you are the Sword Saint, how dare you be so disrespectful toward His Holiness the Pope!"
The one-armed man asked, "Do you know my name?"
The Church knights exchanged silent looks. They knew only that the Lord Sword Saint had suddenly appeared in Church City more than a hundred years ago. How could they know where he came from?
"My name is Xilai."
Sunlight shone on the one-armed man's utterly expressionless face, his features like those of a carved stone statue.
"I once thought those would be the words they shouted when they saw me as Green Mountain was destroyed. Who could have imagined that I would ultimately return from the south instead?"
He had once been the Western Sea Sword God of Chaotian Continent, and was now the Lord Sword Saint of this continent. Between those changing names lay a story more than a hundred years long.
Today, he intended to return