Return to the Sect

The next day, Ye Yun washed up early and headed out toward the Great White Sword Sect's lodgings.

After yesterday's tournament, he had arranged with Li Qinglian to drink together today.

The Great White Sword Sect's lodgings were not far from the courtyard where Ye Yun and the others were staying. They were both on the same street.

Six or seven minutes later, Ye Yun arrived at the Great White Sword Sect's lodgings.

"Brothers, could I trouble you to inform your sect's chief senior brother that Ye Yun of the Purple Extreme Sect has come to keep our appointment?"

Looking at the Great White Sword Sect disciples guarding the entrance to the courtyard, Ye Yun spoke mildly.

Upon hearing Ye Yun's voice, the two Great White Sword Sect disciples' pupils involuntarily contracted the instant they saw him.

"So it is Senior Brother Ye Yun. Please wait a moment, Senior Brother. I'll inform Eldest Senior Brother at once!" After exchanging a glance, one of them hurriedly replied.

With that, he turned and entered the courtyard, jogging off in a certain direction.

Ye Yun smiled faintly and stood where he was, waiting for Li Qinglian to arrive.

The remaining Great White Sword Sect disciple did not dare speak rashly upon seeing Ye Yun's demeanor. He could only study him with undisguised curiosity.

Toward Ye Yun, who had appeared out of nowhere, crushed every genius of this generation, and seized the championship of this Great Dynasty Tournament in one stroke—

His heart was filled with reverence, mixed with threads of curiosity.

Before long, Ye Yun heard a bold and uninhibited voice coming from within the courtyard.

"Hahaha, Little Brother Ye, I thought you would not come until noon. I never expected you to arrive so early."

As the voice fell, Li Qinglian appeared