Alex was completely bewildered. He glanced at Aya in the distance.
The Cale family could be considered a wealthy and powerful local family with a profound foundation. Their power completely on par with the Lark family.
Under circumstances where there was absolutely no benefit to be gained, there was no need for them to curry favor with him, right?
Just as Alex was feeling cautious, pondering how to reply, a burst of dazzling white light suddenly flashed from afar. Harboring a sharp, piercing sword aura.
"Myriad Flowers Sword Intent!" Aya and the old woman were startled, looking up in unison.
They saw a middle aged man in a white robe, exuding an ethereal, immortal aura, riding a flying sword toward them. Behind him stood a youth in a blue robe, looking both excited and extremely nervous.
Clearly his first time standing high above the firmament, looking down at the world below.
