A Blade Behind the Smile
"Junior Brother Leon! This person has been my good friend for many years. I wonder how he offended you. Why don't you spare his life for my sake?" Shera said sincerely.
His tone was steady, even gentle — but beneath that calm, his pulse was uneven.
It was only today that he realized something that made his back feel faintly cold.
Leon was already on par with him.
From the moment Leon's sword intent flooded Ashford City, Shera had been watching from above. The more he watched, the quieter he became. That effortless control… that overwhelming suppression… it wasn't the power of someone who had just stepped into the sage Realm.
This junior brother — the one he had once dismissed as idle, lazy, living off the legacy of Respected Zeon — had broken through without anyone knowing.
Shera felt an uncomfortable tightness in his chest.
If he was given more time… would he surpass me?
Would Secret Sword Summit one day be stepped on by Amethyst Summit Division?
