After the Sword Guard left, the Ancestral Sword Master fell into deep thought.

He knew that only someone strong could sit in his seat.

Since he was a Caelum Ancestral God, the aura he left behind was terrifying. Only powerhouses ranked higher than the Ancestral God Rank could withstand his seat. However, the Sword Guard told him the person had only reached the Divine Rank.

It was impossible. If someone managed to sit in his seat, there would only be one possibility. Whoever it was shared the same power as him.

The Ancestral Sword Master knew that James was related to him in some way. It was just that he had no idea how so.

He did not continue to ponder on this as he closed his eyes and took a rest.

Meanwhile, at the venue of the Sacred Blossom, everyone had stopped discussing James. All living beings present were taking a rest.

As time passed, more living beings arrived at the venue. Aside from the core area, everywhere else was filled to the brim.

The buds of the Sacred Blosso