Three days later on a remote cliff in the Locket Mountain sat Lin Yun with his legs crossed. The cliff he was on was shrouded in mist and the dawn cast a giant golden glow across the horizon. Slowly opening his eyes, Lin Yun stood up and looked at the fluffy clouds. He felt refreshed.

This place could be considered a treasured land in the Sword Firmament Pavilion because the density of spiritual energy here was higher. Two months wasn’t exactly a lot of time and it could pass in the ...