One of the Seven Sword Deities, Mei Siren?
Storyteller had long heard of the great name of Master Siren. However, like everyone on the continent, he had never seen Master Siren in person before.
Upon hearing the name, Storytellerâs spirit was boosted, he bowed and greeted respectfully, âGreetings, Master Siren.â
Master Siren was truly a great elder!
His title was different from that of the Eighth Sword Deity, which was renowned for violence.
The title of âMaster Sirenâ represented Mei Sirenâs achievements in the legacy of ancient swordsmen. He was a highly esteemed master of hundred generations!
Mei Siren lightly knocked his paper fan against his hand and didnât respond much. He only looked at Bazhunâan and went straight to the point. âI went through a lot of trouble to meet you here. Now, may I know why did you ask me to come here?â
âFor the legacy of the way of the sword, and also for the future of the way of the sword,â Bazhunâan said righteously.
Mei Siren raHerows imperceptibly. Obviously, he didnât expect to get such an answer.
He smiled and said, âThe Eighth Sword Deity is a great talent in the world and is proficient in the nine major sword techniques. If itâs for the legacy of the way of the sword and the future of the way of the sword, I think you can do it as well as me.â
âI canât.â Bazhunâan shook his head decisively. âIâve already sealed my sword long ago. Under the weapon prohibition order, my body has also become weak. My life has been filled with many difficulties, and itâs no longer suitable for me to move around actively.â
Sword sealing⌠Mei Sirenâs eyes narrowed slightly as he suddenly thought of the young swordsman he met in the First Pavilion in the Sky.
That kidâs deduction of Bazhunâan was correct?
As expected, he was right about the kid.
That kid from that day was a genius!
It was a pity that his ambition wasnât small and he didnât want to become his disciple.
Mei Siren felt a sense of pity in his heart, but he smiled and said, âSince your âreappearanceâ, the âactivitiesâ that youâve done could not be considered âordinaryâ. Is this your self-interpretation of the Saint Servantâs recent actions?â
He was obviously implying something. His words made it apparent that he knew that Bazhunâan had killed seven hundred white-clothed people in the White Cave, sent Gou Wuyue back to prison, and âfishedâ in the Yunlun mountain range. In addition, he had single-handedly planned the Battle of the Saints and used the rare treasures to draw the worldâs attention to the sky city, which had people chasing after them like a flock of ducks.
However, in reality, how could these âactivitiesâ be done by someone who claimed to have a body that was âunsuitable for intense activities?
Bazhunâan smiled and said, âMaster Siren can probably see more than this level. As the saying goes, when mortals walk, they can inadvertently step on ants. What Iâm doing, apart from the White Cave, is just playing chess⌠how can a mere game be described as âintense activitiesâ?â
It was easy for him to say, but the person he was playing chess with was not simple.
âAs expected of the Eighth Sword Deity!â After praising him, Mei Siren did not delve further and returned to the main topic. âSo, what exactly do you want me to help you with?â
Bazhunâan looked at him deeply. âTeach sword!â
Of course, Mei Siren did not interpret Bazhunâanâs words as him wanting to be taught swordsmanship by him. After all, how could he possibly teach Bazhunâan swordsmanship?
Bazhunâanâs words could only mean that he was going to teach someone the path of the ancient swordsman.
To be able to make Bazhunâan appear personally and persuade someone to teach them sword, how precious and important must this person be?
Mei Siren did not think much about it before replying, âThis also seems to be your strength? Moreover, teaching the sword isnât considered an intense activity.â
âOf course not.â Bazhunâan laughed. âUnfortunately, Iâm busy playing chess and canât spare the time to teach others.â
No time⌠Mei Siren was choked for this reason.
He didnât have the time, and yet he wanted him, Mei Siren, to teach in his stead? Wasnât this a little too illogical?
Did he look like a carefree person who had plenty of time?
With anger in his chest, Mei Siren opened his mouth and laughed. Then, he didnât speak anymore.
He and Bazhunâan had never met each other much and they didnât have a friendship. Naturally, he didnât want to agree to Bazhunâanâs unreasonable request.
âHow is it?â Bazhunâan did not seem to understand the meaning behind Master Sirenâs expression and asked with a smile.
Mei Siren paused. The other party was obviously not stupid but he could not understand his intention.
However, âteaching peopleââŚ
Mei Siren never liked being forced.
He taught people based on fate and Godâs will. He would not force anyone, and he would never deliberately create an encounter.
As expected, Mei Siren did not respond. Instead, with a swish, he opened the folding fan in his hand. He aimed the fan at the two people in front of him and shook it gently.
The wind whistled by the riverside. He did not need a fan to make himself cooler, and yet, why did he take it out?
However, the moment the paper fan was completely opened, Storyteller and Bazhunâanâs eyes stopped and fell on the fan.
There were two words inked on it:
He had watched Master Siren closely and had never seen him change the paper fan.
The moment Master Siren appeared, he was holding the paper fan in his hand.
Didnât this mean that Master Siren had made up his mind from the very beginning that he would not accept his elder brotherâs request and would never want to get involved with the saint servant?
If he accepted it, it wouldnât just be a mere âsword teachingâ?
This meant that Master Siren had entered the arena, and the faction he had chosen was the âSaint Servantâ â the opposite side of the Holy Divine Palace!
Storyteller knew that Master Siren could travel on his own because he didnât have any stand on either side. He never stood on any side and was only obsessed with the way of the sword.
On the side, Bazhunâan was thinking differently.
He was not surprised at all. His gaze quickly moved away from the two words on the fan, as if he had never seen them before.
âMaster Siren has his moments of cherishing talents, right?â He seemed to be implying something. It was as if he was recalling the scene of Wen Ting and the youth, who was holding his sword, meeting Mei Siren on a snowy day.
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