Vexthra continued to stare at Kent's face for close to two whole minutes, not knowing what to say.
It was surreal that someone respected and revered in the immortal and god worlds was now smiling at her with a mischievous look on his face.
Lord Genesis, or as most people knew him, the Slave Swordsman, was someone everyone respected. The legacy he left behind was one that nobody could measure up to—not even celestials.
As the first ever to rise to the peak of weapon cultivation, his name was known by all. So she most certainly didn't expect the said Lord Genesis to be staring at her at this moment.
"Are you being serious?" Vexthra asked.
"Why would I lie to you? This is indeed one of my incarnations," Kent said with a smile. "Are you shocked?"
"Well, it's not exactly every day you meet an idol of many gods," Vexthra said, smiling behind her veil. "Even I was part of those gods."
Kent chuckled, knowing this would be weird if he one day got to the higher worlds.
