"Oh my, if it isn't eldest young master Lin!"
A white-clothed young man sitting beside her suddenly spoke up with a cold sneer.
His voice was clear and sharp. It was like a divine sword of blazing sunlight slicing through the night sky. In a mere instant, it shattered the atmosphere inside the entire room.
The woman's cold eyes could not help but freeze. She looked up at Yino's smug face with his curled lips. The monochrome image before her eyes was once again painted with color.
At the very least, his face held color in her eyes. Perhaps it was because he carried a rebellious spirit that went against the Heavenly Mandate. He was just like that little girl from a hundred years ago who drew her sword to question the heavens during the Immortal Alliance tournament, a sword dao prodigy whom countless Elders called fearless.
