Then, he said nothing else and gazed into the distance. He seemed to be deep in contemplation.

James said nothing.

The scene fell into a deadly silence.

A minute later, Walganus suddenly said, “Sorry for bothering you, James.”

Saying that, he clasped his fists and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, James returned to his room, sat on his bed, and gently rubbed his temples.

“Is there really an inheritance left behind by the Ancestral Sword Master here?”

He murmured.

Then, he questioned the Spirit Tool. However, the Spirit Tool had nothing better to suggest and only told James to leave everything to fate.

After Walganus left, he went searching for the Crepe Myrtle Sword Master.

At that moment, she was in a closed-door meditation at the back of the mountain. Wearing a purple dress, she sat in a lotus position while levitating in mid-air. Her long black hair fluttered, and her body was surrounded by purple Sword Light, which looked indescribably dazzling.

Upon sensing Walganu