At first, there was no unusual phenomenon.
But as time passed, blade cultivators occasionally passing nearby would inexplicably feel a trace of peace in their hearts and minds, unconsciously pausing for a while outside Ye Lin's courtyard wall.
They could not explain why. They only felt that something within that ordinary little courtyard seemed to be gently knocking upon their hearts.
Standing here filled them with an inexplicable sense of calm, an inexplicable sense of focus.
As though the entire world had fallen silent.
It was a wondrous, marvelous feeling.
One year, two years, three years...
Day after day, Ye Lin walked.
The blue stone slabs along the path had been worn smooth and warm, faintly seeming to have acquired a unique texture.
At some unknown time, lush green vines had climbed all over the courtyard walls, brimming with life—a stark contrast to the cold, hard atmosphere of Blade Intent deliberately cultivated throughout most of the city.
The fifth year.
A blade cultivator famed throughout the city for his violent temper had suffered a crushing defeat in a sparring match on the arena. Disheartened, with his Dao Heart damaged, he happened to wander to the western part of the city.
"What is this?"
The young man saw Ye Lin's little courtyard.
Looking at the courtyard gate, he unexpectedly pushed open the wooden door as if possessed, and saw Ye Lin walking along the path.
"A sword cultivator?"
Sensing the faint Sword Intent surrounding Ye Lin in the distance, he raised an eyebrow.
What was a sword cultivator doing here?
Though puzzled, he did not make a sound.
Because he felt that this sword cultivator was doing something very important.
His instincts told him not to disturb him.
After watching for a while, his heart inexplicably calmed down.
He watched Ye