Chapter 1139 Mount Kastron

• The young man, chastened by the outburst, dared not utter another word. He simply remained where he was, hands curled behind his back, letting the mountain wind cool the heat in his cheeks.
• After a long, motionless minute, Dmitri exhaled. “I never imagined Aiden’s swordsmanship could reach such an unfathomable realm. I am, plain and simple, inferior to him.”
• He turned, eyes still blazing. “Tell me, do you know what Aiden embedded inside this sword scar? It carries the very essence of his swordsmanship will—his soul’s own blueprint of the blade.”