The bewilderment and melancholy in the Sword Saint's words were apparent to everyone. Of the four great nations and the four great swordsmen, only he remained, a man without a country, without a home. No matter how glorious the path of sword cultivation, it ultimately seemed tinged with desolation.
Baili Xianglan had not come to chat with the Sword Saint. Her gaze swept past him and the blind man, lingering briefly on the carriage. "I ask the Sword Saint to kindly hand over the child to me to bring back," she said.
The Sword Saint leaned to one side, one leg dangling beneath the carriage. "You know I won't agree," he stated.
Did he toil so hard to bring this child all this way, only to hand him over to her midway?
"He is a child of my Qian State."
Hearing this, the Sword Saint chuckled. "Haha, so, do you take your mother's surname then?"
Baili Xianglan nodded. "Indeed, my elder brother and I both follow our mother's surname."
The Sword Saint was speechless.
