Looking at the youthful Ye Qingtian, Ren Tong enviously sighed, “I really envy youngsters like you.”

Lin Yun didn’t want to say a word, but Ren Tong’s sigh had strummed a particular string in his heart. He spoke out, “Hold it right there.”

“What’s the matter? You want to humiliate me even though I have admitted defeat?” Ren Tong turned around and looked at Ye Qingtian with his brows furrowed. This was because Ye Qingtian didn’t have a good reputation within the sect.

But Lin Yun shook his head and replied, “In my eyes, a swordsman has nothing to do with their age. We should pursue our goals regardless of age; a man is still youthful even after he dies!”

That was what he thought and did. Lin Yun was young but experienced more life and death experience than the old man. So the blood in his heart was still as boiling as before.

Ren Tong initially thought that Ye Qingtian wanted to humiliate him, but he was stumped after hearing what Ye Qingtian...