Lin Yun’s words left everyone dumbfounded, before their cheeks started to tremble under the uncontrollable fury as they looked at Ye Qingtian’s face. Ye Qingtian didn’t have the slightest spirit as a swordsman, and they would be pissed to death if they were in Ye Xin’s position.

It was simply too humiliating to be treated as a clown. Ye Xin thought he was smart, but it turned out that he was the clown right from the start. Everyone was furious, not to mention the Ye Clan’s members, whose faces were terrifyingly dark.

“Ye Qingtian, you’re too much!” Ye Xin’s face turned red, and he confidently said, “You must’ve learned it somewhere. That’s right, the Azure River Sword Saint must’ve taught it to you!”

Everyone’s eyes lit up because there was that possibility. After all, everyone saw how Ye Guhan took Ye Qingtian away seven days ago, and Ye Qingtian reached the Nirvana Stage when he returned. So it would make sense if they followed Ye Xin’s trail of thoughts. Ye Guhan must’ve taught Ye Qingtian the sword technique and helped him refine the saint...