The Flower Burial Sword’s sword tip shone brightly, streaked forth, and nearly pierced through the Azure Dragon Lord’s brows. It would have pierced through the Azure Dragon Lord’s brow the next moment.

“Come back!” Lin Yun’s face changed, and he reached out, wanting to grab a hold of the Flower Burial Sword.

As the Flower Burial Sword released a vibrating noise, it thrusted forth at an even more tricky angle, and Lin Yun noticed that the Flower Burial Sword only managed to stab an afterimage. After the Azure Dragon Lord stopped the Flower Burial Sword from flying about, he poured a cup of wine and laughed while clamping the Flower Burial Sword between his fingers.

“Stop messing around and go back.” The Azure Dragon Lord smiled while sending the Flower Burial Sword back with a flick. He smiled, “Brat, take care of your sword well.”

Pouring his sword intent into his sword scabbard, Lin Yun waved his hand and sheathed the Flower Burial Sword. Then, he spent some time comforting his sword, calming it down.

“Your sword has a violent temper.” The Azure Dragon Lord smiled. “What’s the name of your sword?”

“Flower Burial.” Lin Yun smiled. Even after the Flower Burial Sword was sheathed, it vibrated with killing intent.

“Interesting.” The Azure Dragon Lord smiled while he continued to drink his wine.

Lin Yun rolled...