"You, did you say you've taken this sword before?" Julius Reed grabbed Ilia Yarrow's shoulder.
The once arrogant Great Commander was now trembling like a little chick.
There weren't many people who had lived through their era, and most of them had already passed away.
Only he, who was fortunate enough to gain true inheritance, could still be alive today.
With elixirs to extend his life, and as the martial arts world gradually declined, his skills in this world were considered among the finest.
He didn't care about the outside world, after all, there was still Julius Reed alive.
Ilia Yarrow didn't have great ambitions, only wanting to stay alive and have everything.
Managing Autumn Name Mountain for so many years, he had everything he needed.
It wasn't a treasure land, except for Silvio Reed's tomb that no one knew about, it was just a common place for outsiders to race.
No faction would be interested in a place like Autumn Name Mountain.
