James had heard of this man from Sky. The Spirit Master was a man who walked the earth for two hundred years. All this while, he had been living a life of seclusion and avoiding contact with the outside world, even during the battle against the Spirit Turtle at the Mount Thunder Sect. Now, he had shown himself.

Sky told him that the Spirit Master was at least at the Fifth Stair. Not only that, but he was extremely well-trained in martial arts. After all, someone who spent two centuries studying a single martial art would be a terrifying being. Unless, of course, he was a mediocre man. However, if he were a mediocre man, he would not have gained such strength.

James stared at the Spirit Master. He was so ordinary-looking that he could blend into the crowd in any setting.

The Spirit Master walked toward James with a sword on his back.

As he approached James, the sword on his back was suddenly unsheathed, and he caught it flawlessly. The sword was rather ordinary-looking as well.