Jian Yu raised his body and looked at Aldrian in reverence. Aldrian could finally see Jian Yu's face now.
He was a middle-aged man with a pointy nose and sharp eyes. His gaze, although filled with reverence, felt like a sharp sword itself.
His short black beard and moustache gave him the aura of an expert. His body was neither too fat nor too thin. He possessed the right proportions, which gave Aldrian an idea of what kind of sword this man wielded.
"Jian Yu, huh? I'm sorry to ask this, but have we ever met?" Aldrian asked.
Jian Yu smiled. "I know Your Majesty might not remember, but you do not need to apologize. That makes sense, since we have only met once. Yet that one meeting was enough to change my fate and make me who I became."
"At that time, I was just a young man, a disciple of the Celestial Sword Valley. I was merely an ordinary young man who believed he lacked the talent to become a true sword cultivator. But I met Your Majesty when I trained alone one night."
