The hobbling old man stopped his steps about twenty meters in front of the Dragon Slayer.
"Senior Brother."
He croaked out in a hoarse voice.
"You betrayed me, yet you still have the face to see me?"
The Dragon Slayer, still with eyes closed, questioned in a deep voice.
"Senior Brother, don't joke. There is a blood feud between us."
Limp Seventh Brother coughed gently, his tone unexpectedly calm.
"Isn't it that Senior Brother, knowing this very fact, deliberately kept me by your side to watch me struggle in hatred for your amusement?"
"I'm not that bored."
The Dragon Slayer coldly denied.
"I just didn't expect you to remember the grudges of decades ago so clearly."
"How could I forget?"
Limp Seventh Brother sighed deeply.
