“So, Lin Yun, you have to be careful when you leave the sect next time. We might have struck a blow in the Primal Origin Sect’s plot this time, but they might still come after you in the future.” Luo Feng looked at Lin Yun with a grave expression. At the same time, his eyes were filled with anticipation, “After all, you’re our hope for the Dragon Gate Competition three years from now.”

Three years from now? If there was an opportunity, Lin Yun would like to give his best at the Dragon Gate Competition this year. There were only eight quotas and there was still a drastic difference between him and Xin Jue, not to mention the eight titles.

Two days later, the group smoothly returned to the Sword Firmament Pavilion. The entire sect already knew what happened in the banquet. So...