“The forging of the Emperor Sword is related to the owner of the flames that you’ve obtained,” the white-clothed man said. He continued, “I’m certain that you were able to see the Emperor Sword because it had recognized the flames. But you said it’s afraid of you, and I’m baffled about this.”

“Perhaps it’s a misperception. It’s probably not willing to leave with me. Speaking of which, what kind of place is that sword mound?” Lin Yun asked. Actually, Lin Yun had a feeling that the Emperor Sword was afraid of his ‘broken sword’ physique.

“I’ve only read bits and pieces about it from the ancient records. It is a mysterious sword mound with many divine swords that have been buried there. But I don’t know where it is located, exactly,” the white-clothed man said.

“I’ll bring the sword back, if there’s an opportunity,” Lin Yun replied.

“You better sort out your matters first. The Hidden Sword Manor isn’t as easy as you think,” the white-clothed man smiled.

“Senior, you’re not optimistic about me?” Lin Yun asked.

“It won’t be easy. The Sword Alliance gathers all of the sword dao holy lands in the world. Their disciples and elders would hold a competition from time to time. Through the competition, they’ve managed to filter out monstrous geniuses. Competition promotes improvement. Look at the...