Chapter 493: The Sword Saint Arrives

He slowly turned his head and saw an elderly man in a black robe standing at the entrance of the sales office. The man appeared to be in his seventies or eighties, with white hair and beard, yet his face was ruddy and his posture upright. To others, he might seem like just an ordinary old man. However, in Maximilian Karsyn's eyes, he was like a sword—an unsheathed sword, radiating sharp, fierce energy from head to toe. Although Maximilian couldn't guess the old man's identity, he had a hunch that...