The incoming breeze blew on Lord Thirteen’s white beard and revealed his face covered with wrinkles. Looking at the youth before him, Lord Thirteen was filled with emotions. Lately, he was worried about Lin Yun because of Xin Jue’s death. He saw Lin Yun bitterly cry out in pain in front of Xin Jue’s corpse numerous times.

In the past, this youth never shedded a tear even when he was forced into the Sword Burial Woods. But Lin Yun cried numerous times over the past ten days. Lord Thirteen was genuinely fond of Lin Yun, so he was afraid that Lin Yun wouldn’t be able to walk out of this shadow.

But Lin Yun ultimately made it through. He did not sink into sorrow and hatred. He was still the youth he was back then. There was vicissitude in his eyes that couldn’t be hidden.

“Brat, do whatever you must. As long as I can still draw my sword, I will help you,” said Lord Thirteen.

“Lord Thirteen, can the needles still be used?” Lin Yun lowered his gaze onto the needles on the ground. The needles were fine, so no one could expect that they were a poisonous weapon.

“You can. The poison won’t act up as long as it doesn’t...