"There's no need for that." The Sword Saint spoke without opening his eyes, his white robes billowing about in a tranquil way. "One would have to be blind not to sense an aura as overwhelming as yours—even if you may conceal it as well as you do. However, why did it have to be you?"
The Air Nation Representative did not respond. He merely stared at the inexpressive Sword Saint, half his face covered behind a high-raised robe collar.
The Sword Saint sighed.
The Air Nation Representative didn't so much as blink. One moment, the Sword Saint's sword was resting in its sheath; the next, it gleamed under the searing glow of a massive fireball plummeting from the heavens, its heat distorting the air between them.
The speed at which the Sword Saint unsheathed his sword was such that it looked as if it had instantaneously teleported…
The Air Nation Representative's brows furrowed to match his sudden surge of seriousness.
