The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5593

Jared studied the man—average height, clear eyes, the familiar garb of countless swordsmen who drifted through the city each day.

"I simply saw those Sword Sect disciples showing off. Thought I'd stroll over and have a friendly word, that's all. Why are you stopping me?" Jared halted, confusion rippling across his features.

A quick sweep of his gaze took in the Sword Sect disciples swaggering in bright uniforms. Their brazen display struck Jared as reckless. Swordmaster City—Ararat Goizeder's stronghold—was generous ground for the Sword Sect, true, but there were boundaries even hospitality should not cross.

"Those men are Sword Guards, keepers of order in Swordmaster City. Step too close, and one of them might choose to 'keep order' with the edge of a blade." The stranger spoke mildly, as though reciting the weather.

"Sword Guards?" Jared's brows arched. "Is this not Ararat's city? Since when did Sword Sect disciples police the streets?"

The man let his eyes travel from Jared's boots to the crown of his head, a slow appraisal that ended in a thin smile. "How long has it been since you last set foot inside these walls?"

"Quite some time," Jared admitted, unembarrassed.

"Then hear the news," the man went on, voice easing into the practiced cadence of a guide. "Swordmaster City now belongs to the Sword Sect. Mr. Goizeder has wandered off to pursue higher cultivation. The Sword Sect's reach is vast; people flock here daily, begging to join. Tell me—are you looking to wear our colors as well?" He tilted his head, genuinely curious.

Jared blinked, surprised. He had never imagined Ararat would hand an entire city to the sect. Jared himself was from the Sword Sect, yes, but even he found the gesture astonishingly bold.

Seeing Jared's silence, the man leaned closer. "Strength alone won't secure you a spot. You'll need connections. See those Sword Guards? Becoming one costs at least one hundred thousand celestial gems, and you still require someone powerful to pull the right strings." His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.

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