Lin Yun looked at the Iris Sword Saint with flames blazing within his pupils.

The Iris Sword Saint helplessly smiled, “Your question is really not tough.”

“Senior, is it not convenient to disclose?” Lin Yun asked.

“That’s not it. It’s because even I have no idea about the sword that’s supposed to be in the sword box,” the Iris Sword Saint said.

“How is that possible?” Lin Yun was shocked. “The sword box was named after you. So how can you not know about it?”

“Who told you that my name is Iris?” The Iris Sword Saint asked with a smile.

Lin Yun was stunned, and he soon realized what was going on. Iris Sword Saint was his title, like his nickname, Flower Burial.

“Is it something only known to your main body?” Lin Yun asked, but he still wasn’t willing to give up.

The Iris Sword Saint shook his head and said, “I can’t be sure about others, but I’m sure that even my main body doesn’t know much about this sword box. Then again, that was before I was reborn. It has been a hundred thousand years, and I’m unsure if my reincarnation has found the answer.”

Lin Yun couldn’t help feeling disappointed when he heard that. He felt that the sword box might...