"The... master of the Sword Tomb?" Hearing the old man's words, Shen Haoran froze, bewildered. The master of the Sword Tomb—wasn't that the first-generation founder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect? 'Why would an old monster of that level want to see me?'
"You're a lucky one, little fella. Even I have never met the master of this Sword Tomb, the founder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. I've only ever heard his voice. For him to want to see you now... this is a tremendous stroke of fortune!" the old man said, smiling at Shen Haoran with a hint of envy.
"What? Even you haven't met him, Senior?" Upon hearing this, Shen Haoran was too shocked to speak. The old man before him had lived for ten thousand years at the very least. If even he had never met the master of the Sword Tomb, just how ancient could that person be? Shen Haoran couldn't help but wonder if he was about to meet a skeleton or something.
