Lin Yun followed Mu Xueling down the valley. When he raised his head, he could see Mu Xueling wearing a white dress, and the starlight was like a sacred veil enveloping her.

“Saint Elder, do you know the Sword Heart?” Lin Yun couldn’t help asking.

“I don’t. I only briefly understood it through books and mimicked some techniques of the Sword Heart earlier. It’s far in comparison to the genuine Sword Heart.” Mu Xueling said without turning back. She continued, ...