Lian Yifan's Swordplay

"What was this aura... who could it be..." A vague figure emerged in Lin Chuan's mind, but it ultimately failed to form a concrete image.

Neither Fu Zhenghao nor the young man from earlier had entered Sword Lake. At this moment, Lin Chuan alone stepped across the lake's surface, heading toward Sword Island.

Before long, Lin Chuan spotted the relaxed figure of a youth. Beneath the dim evening sky, a blade of grass hung from the corner of his mouth. With his hands tucked behind his head and one leg crossed over the other, he lay idly atop a building, looking as though he were cooling off on a summer night.

Lin Chuan's approach seemed not to disturb the youth at all. He remained as casual as ever, lying there as if he had not noticed Lin Chuan's arrival.

Yet Lin Chuan only grew more puzzled. He could sense that the sword aura was emanating from this youth, and by now, he could even feel a trace of familiarity. However, the instant he saw the boy, he inexplicably felt that something was wrong—a profound sense of incongruity.

Though his memories were blurred, his instincts remained. Thus, the instant he saw this youth, Lin Chuan sensed that this person seemed different from the one in his hazy memories.

"Senior Brother, I am Mu Yuyi. Forgive the disturbance!" Though the doubts in Lin Chuan's heart had not faded, he still cupped his hands and bowed to the person on the roof.

The youth flipped over and instantly sat up, as though startled awake, looking at Lin Chuan in surprise.

"You're the seventh son, Mu Yuyi, aren't you? I never expected someone so young to possess such formidable talent. You've truly opened this senior brother's eyes!" Seeing Lin Chuan's attire, Lian Yifan suddenly