Lin Yun was stumped when he heard that the white-clothed woman was the Heavenly Jade Sword Saint. His identity had already been disclosed when he tried to scan her with his sword intent.

The Heavenly Jade Sword Saint was someone on the same level as his master, possessing unfathomable attainment in the sword. Compared to her, he was like a firefly before a bright moon.

“I’m sorry about that. I haven’t returned to the Heavenly Dao Sect for a long time, and this is my first time seeing the Heavenly Jade Sword Saint. So I failed to recognize her.” Lin Yun cupped his hands together.

“It’s fine. When you formally become a saint disciple, you’ll have the opportunity to cultivate on the mountain. As long as you’re a saint disciple, you’ll have an opportunity to cultivate on the mountain once a year.” The two deacons could sense Lin Yun’s cultivation at the Profound Death Stage, and he seemed pretty young. This was the reason why they were polite to him.

“Thank you for your explanation.” Lin Yun no longer stayed there and left.

“That brat seems a little familiar…”

“I also felt that he was familiar, but I can’t recall who he is. He should be a newly promoted saint disciple.” The two deacons casually chatted...