“A bright moon shining in the sky as the broken bridge is filled with water and snow. No one knows that my heart is like the moon, and who mocks who for being in the painting!” Lin Yun lay on the lake as he recited the poem that the Sword Emperor Yu Qingfeng recited when he left. This was the opportunity given to him by Yu Qingfeng.

After hearing what Mu Xuankong said, Lin Yun was even more curious about what kind of existence and person Yu Qingfeng was. He sliced two peaks of the ...