Elias slashed out with his sword.
The blade traced a perfect arc through the air, like a full moon rising suddenly from the horizon. Sword intent surged upward, sharp and fierce, tearing through the night sky.
"Huh?"
Elias withdrew his sword and frowned faintly.
Someone was behind him.
He turned around.
Ethan stood there with his hands behind his back, calm and steady, a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
"Master!"
Elias's eyes lit up instantly. He hurried forward and cupped his hands in salute, his expression filled with genuine joy.
"The sword technique is decent," Ethan said slowly, his gaze sweeping over Elias.
"But your breath is unstable."
"Are you troubled?"
"…."
Elias lowered his head.
As expected.
No matter how much he tried to hide it, Master could see through him at a glance.
"You might as well say it," Ethan continued.
"Keeping it bottled up won't help."
Elias hesitated for a moment, then spoke honestly.
