Neal said with a smile, "Silly, why would I fool you? A good swordsman deserves a good sword. Besides, the Judge of Fire Sword is so powerful that ordinary weapons could not carry. Only this one, the Hell Flame Sword can exert its true power. With this sword, you can leave tomorrow. As far as I know, the barrier that separates the Lightning Grassland and the Silver Moon Continent has disappeared for years. I hope you can forget or end the hatred in your heart as soon as possible. Since your appearance has been changed from a young age, you have much more power than ordinary people. Most people can only live to a hundred years old, which is pretty long enough, but you can live at least hundreds of years. If you keep on cultivating, your skills will definitely be better than mine.”
"You are a human, by the way. I changed your appearance and made you look like an elf because I don’t want people to suspect your identity. Now I’m going to restore your original appearance."
After that, Neal cast a magic spell, which changed my appearance. I looked at the mirror in a daze. It was my true face. It turned out that I looked like this as a human.
That night, Neal asked me to rest early so I could set off tomorrow to find my own path. But I stayed up the whole night with fixed feelings. Neal had been so nice and kind to me over the past twenty years. He treated me like his son. Thinking that I would leave him tomorrow and maybe couldn't see him for the rest of my life, I felt so sad. Over the past ten years, I had suffered from hatred. I had been living in pain every day. I wanted revenge all the time, but I felt complicated when I thought that tomorrow I would find the one who abandoned me, and that I would bring to them the pain and suffer they gave me over these years.
The next day, Neal woke me up early in the morning. He looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky at the door and let out a heavy sigh. He said to himself, "Is it destiny? God of Nature, I’ve tried my best, but if I don't teach him and tutor him, he will die... What goes around comes around..."
I stood beside Neal, but none of us spoke. Neal was as sad as I was. Although we might think of different things, I was very certain that we were reluctant to leave each other.
After a while, Neal spoke, and his voice sounded older and weaker. Although he lived for hundreds of years, he looked like a man in his thirties, but today I felt his voice was so old and weak like a hanging old man.
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"I prepared some clothes for you. Now you are going to leave. You can't dress like a hunter anymore. You should have your own unique symbol like a swordsman. Take it. This is the last gift I could give you."
After saying that, Neal walked outside into the wind and snow. I knew he didn't want to see me leaving, because he would be alone again after I left. I knelt on the ground with tears streaming down on my cheek. I wished he would forgive me.
After a while, I stood up, wiped away my tears, put on the clothes that Neal prepared for me, and walked out of the forest with my sword. I kept walking until I left the forest.
I took out the map and carefully searched for my location. I decided to go to the nearest town for a night and set off to Termona the next morning, where was said the territory of the Golden Clan. In there I should be able to find the person I was looking for.
It was dark when I arrived in the town, and it took me some time to find an inn that was crowded with Elves, visitors from Silver Moon Continent, and merchants from various countries.
Since the barrier that separated the Lightning Grassland and the Silver Moon Continent was opened, swordsmen, sorcerers, and priests from all over had come to the Lightning Grassland with different goals. Some of them even wanted to kill some devils here to show their talents and became famous.
I couldn't communicate with these people at all. I tried to talk to some of them, but I found that what they said was completely different from what I knew. The world they were talking about was totally different from the forest I knew. So I could only go back to the room to take a rest.
Early in the morning, I heard some noise came from downstairs. When I was about to go downstairs for breakfast, I found that people were gathering and talking about something. I didn't bother to ask. But then I heard someone say the name “Jule”. I hurried over and asked them, "Who is Jule?"
Hearing what I said, everyone looked at me before burst into laughter. They were laughing at me like I was asking a stupid question.
A middle-aged strong man patted me and said, "Boy, you’d better go back your home. How could you not know Jule? He is the future heir of the Golden Clan, his skill, the Violet Thunder, is always invincible, and no one dares to challenge him when he uses his Violet Thunder Sword. "
I sneered, “Oh, really? Is he so good?”
The man smiled and said, “Of course. The dark elves he has killed over these years are countless. And he’s also the winner in the triennial competition.”
As I heard what he said, I lowered my head and asked him, “Does it have anything to do with what you guys just discussed?”
He looked at me blankly and asked, "Don't you know that the triennial competition is next month? He will once again win honors on behalf of his family."
When I heard this, I could not hold my anger, so I said viciously, “No, he will definitely lose this year.”
Hearing what I said, the crowd suddenly became quiet, and all eyes were on me, I felt that I had said something wrong, and then I forced a smile and said, "Well, you don’t know. Maybe this year he will meet someone more powerful than himself."
Everyone booed me as if they believed that Jule was invincible. I wanted to see how good my opponent was, how good my noble brother was, so I decided to take a look at this competition. I formed a team with people who were curious like me and crossed the Ferin Strait to the coast of Thunder, where we headed for Silver Moon Continent by ship.