This was Chen Lin's first time using the Burning Passion Sword Formula.
It was an exceptionally unusual state, unlike any divine ability or secret method.
His own emotions also had an enormous influence.
There was reluctance to part, relief at letting go, resentment, and helplessness.
There was the resolve to cross mountains and seas together, and the melancholy of a heart winding through a hundred twists and a thousand turns. It was difficult to describe exactly what he felt.
The sword light was barely visible.
It gave off no fluctuations, like a wisp of breeze brushing gently across the wind chime.
The wind chime swayed and let out a whimper.
It seemed to be weeping.
Then the seven-colored patterns on it gradually faded and peeled away, and the grayish-white wind chime crumbled with them.
Chen Lin suddenly felt hollow inside, as though he had lost something more important than anything else. His eyes involuntarily grew moist.
But he was often subjected to Little White Snake's ability, so sorrow of this degree could not affect him. He soon returned to normal, then examined the aftermath of the wind chime's disappearance.
Once he confirmed there was no problem, he prepared to leave.
"An impressive technique, fellow Daoist."
Just as Chen Lin stepped out from beneath the vine, Bai Yujing suddenly appeared.
He was still standing beneath the second wind chime. His position had not changed at all, and even his posture was exactly the same as before.
"You flatter me, Senior."
The man could actually evade his perception without him noticing anything. Chen Lin had no choice but to adopt a humble manner.
"I never praise anyone lightly."
Bai Yujing's gaze left the second wind chime.
He turned toward Chen Lin.
"The Everlasting Vine is a primal variant species. Although it has