Old Thousand came out of the Sword Soul Gate covered in dust and dirt. He had just taken a couple of sips of water in the encampment outside the Trial Gate, when he saw a young man approaching.
"This is a restricted area, and this Trial Gate is not open to the public. No idlers are allowed," Old Thousand shouted when he saw the young man walking straight to the fence, seemingly intending to climb over it.
"I'm not going in; I'm here to find you." The young man spoke with a constant smile on his face, appearing quite cheerful and sunny.
"Find me? What for?" Old Thousand frowned slightly. He had been guarding the Trial Gate for three years, and apart from his family, this was the first time someone had come to see him.
"I heard your swordsmanship is very strong, and I want to seek your guidance on some aspects of swordsmanship." The young man said with a serious expression.
Feeling slightly displeased, Old Thousand responded, "Who did you hear that from? You must be mistaken."
