The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5285

Jared turned toward Qivius. “Mr. Massey, I'll forgo Myriad Swords Cave for now. I'll keep the reward, but I must depart immediately.”

“Won't you reconsider?” Qivius' regret bled through his words. “For a swordsman, being able to enter Myriad Swords Cave is a rare opportunity.”

“Opportunity means nothing if I'm dead,” Jared said with a rueful smile. “Once I settle matters with Sacred Sword Manor, I'll return to seek your guidance.”

Qivius nodded slowly. “Very well. I'll have my men guide you out through a hidden corridor. It should spare you most prying eyes. Beyond Swordmaster City lies the tomb of swords. Since you can't enter Myriad Swords Cave, cultivating there might serve as partial compensation.”

“My thanks, Mr. Massey.” Jared bowed respectfully.

Half an hour later, the Sword Sect entourage slipped through the secret passage and left the roaring city behind.

From a hillside outside the walls, Jared looked back. Under the sinking sun, the silhouette of Swordmaster City blurred, as though already fading into memory.

“Jared, where are we heading next?” Corin asked, his voice low yet oddly calm.

Jared's eyes drifted westward. A faint wind caught the hem of his coat, tilting it behind him the way a sail leans into open water. “I want to look in on the tomb of swords first.”

Corin gave a slow, measured nod, then slipped into a tone that carried the weight of an elder brother offering final counsel before a duel. “The tomb of swords is nothing like Myriad Swords Cave. That canyon was carved for tempering steel. This valley was forged for killing. Go in without an iron-clad will, and the place will make you go off the deep end.”

He paused only long enough to let the warning sink in, then added, “Everything in the tomb of swords depends on each visitor's own comprehension. Some emerge sharper than the day they were born. Others—well, others stumble out half-wit, their spirits cracked beyond repair.”

Corin explained the dangers of the tomb of swords to Jared.

Jared's smile flickered, small and unconcerned. “Fear's just a locked door,” he said. “Someone has to turn the key. Might as well be me.”

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