C196 He Tried His Best

After a few minutes, Shire saw a man slowly walk out of the room.

The man was definitely an expert swordsman. Shire could tell from his aura that he had white hair and was in his thirties. His eyes were lazy, his face was determined, and there were scars on his face.

"You must be a master swordsman in the training hall." Shire greeted him.

"Yes." He stepped out of the door with one foot