Max's eyes sharpened.
The young man noticed and gave a faint nod.
"Yes. Even someone from a mortal realm should understand what the title Sword Saint means."
"It is not merely a realm title. It is a title acknowledged by heaven and by generations of swordsmen. It refers to one whose understanding of the sword surpassed ordinary paths and entered sanctity."
His gaze grew distant as he continued.
"It is said the Sword Saint was born in an era of endless war when forces slaughtered forces, empires shattered worlds, and sword cultivators filled the heavens like stars. In that age, countless supreme swordsmen rose, each believing themselves unmatched."
"But when the Sword Saint appeared, every blade in the world dimmed."
Max remained silent, listening carefully.
The young man's voice lowered as though speaking of a taboo existence.
