What is the purpose of living?
Julius Reed kept repeating this sentence.
"But I have to know my past, I have to know my origin."
He reached out his hand, wanting to grasp the Swordsman's shoulder in the same way, only to find that it was impossible.
His hand touched the Swordsman and then gently slid down, as if touching air.
He couldn't grab hold of anyone.
"Answer me. I've been watching for so long and still haven't gotten the answer I want."
Julius Reed stared at the Swordsman. He felt that if he didn't get the answer today, he would truly be uncomfortable.
The person he wanted to see, he saw.
And he observed some things that happened to him back in those days.
But the most crucial information was still unattainable.
"What do you want to know?" The Swordsman pointed at Julius Reed, then at himself: "Aside from that stupid question, are you my accident?"
