Lu Yun had no intention of engaging Sword Thirteen in further conversation. His mind was filled with the Domain of First Snowfall legacy that the spirit of Argent Snow had given him.

To Lu Yun, that was enough.

His body slowly coalesced in the Hall of Soul Dominion, but he sensed an incredible killing intent drape over him as soon as he opened his eyes.

Lu Yun jumped with shock and hastily leapt aside. When he looked back to where he’d been standing, he saw a brooding Xing Lingkong where he’d just been.

“Xing Lingkong?” Lu Yun started, not knowing how he’d offended the man so badly that he’d be waiting for Lu Yun to exit his trials.

“Aren’t you something, junior brother Feng Feifan,” Xing Lingkong sneered at Lu Yun. “You failed the first level of the first domain two hundred and thirty-four times. I wouldn’t fault you for that if you hadn’t received my reflections, but if this...