When Lin Yun met up with Mu Xueqin and others at the foot of the mountain, they made their journey back to the sect. On the boat, Lin Yun smiled upon seeing the excitement on their faces. His conversation with the Heavenly Pool Saint Lord still made him feel immense pressure, despite not showing anything on his face.

It felt as though a sword was hovering above the Sword Sect and it would descend at any moment with all the peals of laughter and everyone he knew turning into ashes. ...