Even after the Heavenly Jade Sword Saint left, her voice still echoed throughout the plaza. The thirty-six paintings and thirty-six words were arranged in disorder like a cage that trapped Lin Yun within.

“Hahaha! You’re trapped for being too smug. I asked you to maintain a low profile, but you just had to show off.” Lil’ Purple’s voice resounded from the sword box.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s just three days,” Lin Yun sat down and comforted himself.

“If you can’t destroy these thirty-six words, I don’t think it’ll just be three days. Who knows, she might become even angrier when she gets back and traps you for three months, three years, thirty years, or even three hundred years…” Lil’ Purple said.

“I don’t think she will,” Lin Yun comforted himself.

“Why not? Your master must’ve let her down, and your master got you here to atone for his sins. But you just keep showing off and refuse to admit your true identity. So she probably became angry long ago,” Lil’ Purple said. “But I don’t think she’s really angry, or she wouldn’t have...