The incessant bustle reached Lu Yin's ears as he drew closer and closer to the North Lin Sword Gate. Once darkness had completely fallen, his figure vanished.
Compared with the liveliness of the East Lin Sword Gate, the North Lin Sword Gate also received visitors, but none of them had seen Lu Feichen.
The contest for the Four Lin Sword Leader was imminent, yet Lu Feichen had not appeared for half a year.
The entire North Lin Sword Gate was filled with a murderous atmosphere. Some of the younger disciples suppressed their excitement. Soon—only seven days remained until the North Lin Sword Gate would rule the Four Lin Domain. The Four Lin Sword Leader had been born from the North Lin Sword Gate, and for several eras to come, the Four Lin Domain would be led by the North Lin Sword Gate.
In a valley within the North Lin Sword Gate, someone sat cross-legged atop a boulder, a long sword laid across his legs and already covered in dust. Clear water flowed beneath the rock, and birds occasionally landed nearby, treating him as nothing more than a boulder.
Suddenly, the man opened his eyes. Dust scattered from his eyelids, turning heaven and earth gray. Before him, Lu Yin pointed a finger, as if he had come traversing through space and time.
The man was shaken. To think he had only noticed him at such close range—this was an absolute expert.
With a clang, the long sword thrust out. Heaven and earth, the vast sky, falling stars and sinking meteors—Flying Star Welcoming Head.
Lu Yin saw a streak of starlight flash past. By the time it entered his sight, the flying star had already passed, its edge turning back. So that was it. This was Flying Star Welcoming Head.
Clang!
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