Lucas halted his walk, smiling at her, and replied, "I want to meet the Sword's Saint."
The woman appeared to have expected the reason and instantly replied, shaking her head, "You have to go back.
The Sword's Saint is still sleeping.
Perhaps you must wait for at least three years."
Lucas uttered a bitter laugh.
"I can't even wait for another minute, much less that long."
The woman did not know how to respond, having no choice but to continue her rejections.
"You don't have a choice.
Unless you will gain the wrath of the Sword's Saint.
I must warn you, you can't handle it."
"I can."
Lucas smiled.
Seeing that the man was so persistent and stubborn, the woman was angry.
She harrumphed and said, "Seeing that you manage to climb here means you have defeated a handful of swordsmen or even killed them and gained the acknowledgment of many others, right?