The Sword Saint nodded, "I'm annoyed too."
When that girl falsely claimed to be his disciple, the Sword Saint, who had been watching from a distance like a spectator, got annoyed.
In other words,
someone who could slay a king with a single sword, force his own brother to rebel, and dare to enter Li Tian City alone to duel with Lord Jingnan—how could such a Sword Saint possibly have a good temper?
Yes, the days in Shengle City and Snow Sea allowed the Sword Saint to savor a different taste of life, but at the end of the day, he was still the Sword Saint.
Now he cared about fewer things than before, but matters of master and lineage were of great significance to him.
The Sword Saint had never founded a sect because he had a master who brought him out of the impoverished and downtrodden life of the Yu clan, enabling him to carve out his own path.
