Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 642 - Chapter 642 Chapter 554 Sword Master Cold Crow

Chapter 642: Chapter 554 Sword Master Cold Crow Chapter 642: Chapter 554 Sword Master Cold Crow Yatagarasu Kensumi initially gave off a very cold demeanor when Roger first met him, but as they communicated more, Roger discovered that this guy’s true nature might not be as it appeared on the surface.

Roger didn’t make small talk but instead walked silently into the room with Yukiko.

The room wasn’t large, with only a bed inside, and frankly, short rests were almost unnecessary for cultivators. However, after hearing what Yatagarasu Kensumi had just said, Yukiko became somewhat uneasy.

She paced back and forth on the floor, her spiritual power trembling beside her, and a voice went straight into Roger’s ears.

“That guy was eavesdropping on our conversation just now. His level is far beyond ours, so it’s indeed possible.”

Frowning and pondering for a moment, Yukiko suddenly walked up to Roger, “Do you think we should create some kind of commotion…”

“Commotion?!”

Roger glanced at Yukiko.

“What kind are you referring to?”

“What other kind could it be, the kind you see on TV.”

Roger’s mouth twitched; to tell the truth, he really wanted to see how this girl intended to create the so-called commotion.

Was it a hands-on experiment or just a bluff?

Cough cough, regardless of which…

Throwing this dark thought out of his mind, Roger smiled and shook his head.

“It’s not necessary. Since he discovered it yet didn’t expose us, it reveals a lot. Our true relationship isn’t that important anymore, what matters is the goodwill he has shown. This means that your grandfather’s conjecture is correct.”

“Something big must have changed, I believe it won’t be long before we know the answer.”

Yukiko muttered to herself. Truly a drama queen–how many illogical TV shows had she watched to come up with such ideas?

Roger didn’t lie down but found a chair to sit on. The surroundings were silent, and although he wanted to check the situation around him, he refrained from acting rashly at this time.

Clocking the time, according to Roger’s guess, someone should find them after daylight; however, as time passed by, not a single sound could be heard around them, and even the outside light remained dim.

After a long while, Yatagarasu Kensumi’s voice came from outside, “Come with me, my father wants to see you.”

The wooden door in front of him suddenly opened, and Roger saw the thin, young man standing at the door with black hair draped over his shoulders, his face cold, now without the crow mask, revealing his true appearance.

To Roger’s surprise, Yatagarasu Kensumi looked much younger than he had imagined, with a pale complexion and pupils that were not the icy white he had seen before, but pitch-black like his hair.

Obviously, the previous color of his pupils was completely due to the mask he had worn before.

To be honest, Yatagarasu Kensumi’s appearance was a far cry from his previous arrogant image. Despite his cold face, he was more likely to be mistaken for an ordinary youth.

Indeed, Roger saw a strong sense of youth in Yatagarasu Kensumi.

Sharp and robust yet slightly immature.

Roger turned back and saw Yukiko, still sitting on the bed’s edge, deep in thought and murmuring to herself, seemingly unaware of the change at the doorway.

“What’s with her?”

Roger asked.

“Let’s go, my father wants to see you.”

“Just you and Mr. Morita,” Yatagarasu Kensumi replied.

Roger nodded thoughtfully and looked back to see Michihiro Morita’s figure emerging in the darkness.

A faint look of joy flickered in Morita’s eyes, as if he knew something in advance.

In the darkness, Roger looked up; by his estimation, it should be broad daylight outside by now.

Yet the moon hung high at the moment.

Yatagarasu Kensumi chuckled.

“Don’t mind these things, you’ll get used to it if you stay long enough.”

Roger kept quiet and followed along.

Clearly, the location of the Yatagarasu Clan’s Sword Pavilion was anything but ordinary.

Roger walked side by side with Michihiro Morita, who gave him a reassuring look.

To be honest, the environment here didn’t hinder Roger’s vision.

Lone peaks with snowscapes and the moon pouring down, such surroundings matched Roger’s inherent impression of the Sword Pavilion. Along the way, they eerily saw no guards or samurai of the pavilion.

The surrounding silence was terrifying; at first, the chill wind was palpable, but as the trio neared the mountain peak, it gradually dissipated.

Eventually, the cold wind and the snowflakes vanished, and Roger glanced back to find that the footprints they had left behind in the snow had completely disappeared.

He watched in amazement as the footprints he had made slowly returned to normal, the mountain peaks and cliffs around him, the buildings hidden in the darkness, everything seemed both close and distant.

As if they truly existed, yet as if they were only illusions.

“Such a strange place.”

Thinking about it, Roger could not even remember the route he had taken or the scenery he had seen along the way.

His heart chilled slightly, his impression of the Yatagarasu Clan deepened, and he looked forward with even greater anticipation to meeting the Sword Master he had never seen.

A light appeared in the distance–a light like no ordinary flame but a ghostly blue-glowing head floating in mid-air.

The creature had two horns on its head and a fierce face, with flames quietly burning around its skull, dispelling the darkness.

Roger noticed that after passing a gatehouse, Yatagarasu Kensumi’s expression changed slightly, and his demeanor became much more solemn.

Following the steps upward, they finally reached the front of a loft.