Western Border, Mount Littleroot.

A man who looked to be in his 40s walked toward the base of the mountain.

The person was dressed in fashionable, modern clothing.

He also carried a long sword on his back.

The presence of the long sword was jarring and stood out over his entire outfit.

“Who’s there?”

As soon as Tobias showed up, he was stopped by the Blithes’ guards.

The guards immediately pointed their guns at the approaching Tobias.

“This place is Mount Litttleroot. Outsiders are not allowed, so leave quickly. Otherwise…”

Tobias looked at the Blithes’ guards and his lips raised into a faint smile.

He lost to the Blithes’ paragon in the past.

For 20 long years, he had been brooding over the defeat.

He had always been afraid of the Blithe Fist of Abomination. Back when James was captured, he did not dare to oppose them directly and only sent Maxine to check on the situation.

This has changed now. He was no longer afraid of the Blithes.

He walked toward the guards casually