Lin Yun followed Mu Xueling down the valley. When he raised his head, he could see Mu Xueling wearing a white dress, and the starlight was like a sacred veil enveloping her.

“Saint Elder, do you know the Sword Heart?” Lin Yun couldn’t help asking.

“I don’t. I only briefly understood it through books and mimicked some techniques of the Sword Heart earlier. It’s far in comparison to the genuine Sword Heart.” Mu Xueling said without turning back. She continued, “Actually, you have already come in contact with the surface of the Sword Heart.”

“Really? Why don’t I know about it?” Lin Yun asked.

“There are many things you don’t know about.” Mu Xueling replied, still as indifferent as she always was. She continued, “It’s hard to grasp the Sword Heart, and Heavenly Dome Sword Intent is the basic requirement. Many people who’ve grasped the Heavenly Dome Sword Intent don’t grasp the Sword Heart. Many saints know how to use the sword and have grasped the sword intent, but they cannot be called a Sword Saint if they don’t grasp the Sword Heart. 

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