Qin Yuesheng looked toward the sound and saw an elderly man with white hair walking toward him from the corner of the room.
His face was kindly, giving off the feeling of a grandfather from next door, and his whole demeanor was ordinary to the extreme.
Yet, such a man appeared out of thin air inside this room.
Qin Yuesheng asked, "Who are you?"
"Do you know how to use a sword?" the elder asked with a smile.
Qin Yuesheng frowned, "No, I don't."
"Just being able to get here is fate; I will teach you,"
With that, he effortlessly pulled the iron sword from the Small Cauldron without any hindrance.
Qin Yuesheng squinted his eyes; the Star-Picking Hand couldn't move it an inch, yet this person managed it with ease.
This strength is terrifying.
"Are you ready?" the elder asked with a smile.
"Who exactly are you?"
