Beneath the Bodhi Tree, Lin Yun stood by the cliff as he tried to control his sword from afar. The Flower Burial Sword trembled but didn’t listen to his summons.0

"Without a heroic spirit that stands out throughout the ages, the determination to press on, even if thousands oppose, the domineering aura of that Sword Dao being supreme amongst the three thousand daos, and the effort to give it your all, do not touch the sword!” The Iris Sword Saint’s words were like rumbling thunder that trembled Lin Yun’s soul. He continued, “Lin Yun, you do not respect sword!”0

Lin Yun wanted to refute that. Since when was he disrespectful to the sword? His sword was his, and it wasn’t for the Iris Sword Saint to dismiss. The Iris Sword Saint’s words had hurt Lin Yun.0

Lin Yun’s sword sea began to boil as though it was acting out of spite, with the Bright Sun Sword Intent pushed to the limit. The Flower Burial Sword started to tremble along with...0