Lin Yun understood why Zhao Yan was here. After all, they had forged a friendship through a fight and even promised to fight again in the future when his cultivation caught up. However, Lin Yun had no clue why Ye Feifan followed.

“Lin Yun, when are you planning on leaving?” Zhao Yan asked while he looked at Luo Hua because he was also curious about her identity.

“Most likely tomorrow morning,” said Lin Yun.

“It won’t be easy because many people are eyeing the Lightning Shadow Sword…” Zhao Yan then looked at Luo Hua and hesitated.

Lin Yun already knew about the people targeting the sword. It made him feel like the old geezer was too unreasonable. How could he ask Lin Yun to retrieve the sword with no intention of escorting Lin Yun back safely?

“Sorry for being rude, but may I ask about your identity? After all, Ancient Saint Clans are still rare in the Eastern Desolation.” In the end, Zhao Yan couldn’t help trying to probe Luo Hua’s identity.

“I can’t tell you that,” said Luo...