When Lin Yun met up with Mu Xueqin and others at the foot of the mountain, they made their journey back to the sect. On the boat, Lin Yun smiled upon seeing the excitement on their faces. His conversation with the Heavenly Pool Saint Lord still made him feel immense pressure, despite not showing anything on his face.

It felt as though a sword was hovering above the Sword Sect and it would descend at any moment with all the peals of laughter and everyone he knew turning into ashes. Although the Heavenly Pool Saint Lord didn’t say it clearly, his hint was enough to know that the destruction of the Sword Sect was inevitable, and it was hard for his master to make it through this ordeal.

The competition between the Profound Sky Sect and Sword Sect wasn’t just a conflict between the two sects; many things were involved. If you follow up to the previous era, the Nine Emperor’s level was involved, and just thinking about it would numb his scalp.

“Junior Brother, do you have anything in your heart?” Mu Xueqin smiled as she looked at Lin Yun.

When Lin Yun raised his head and looked at Mu Xueqin, he knew that this woman had keen senses.

“Follow me.” Mu Xueqin called Lin Yun to the highest floor of the boat and asked,...