A figure descended from the sky, landing atop the mast of the flying ship.
He was an old man with hair as white as snow, dressed in a simple grey robe, with a sheathed longsword strapped to his back. His expression was solemn, yet his eyes were as sharp as blades; just by standing there, he exuded the oppressive aura of a sword drawn from its scabbard.
"Heh." The Grand Elder of Sword Star chuckled, his voice like the clashing of gold and iron. "If I hadn't said that, how else would I have fished you rats out?"
Chapter 139