Stepping through the grand gates of the Sword Academy, Lin Yong did not rush inside. Instead, he paused at the threshold to cast a glance at the old man. Even now that he had crossed into the Sword Academy grounds, the old man remained lying motionless on his recliner, the cattail leaf fan resting flat and steady upon his face without the slightest flutter. Everything about him was utterly serene.
With a brief glance, Lin Yong put the Sword Embryo away. He refrained from activating his Holy Eye, knowing that even if he did, he would likely still be unable to see through this mysterious old man.
Having walked just a few paces forward, a surge of sword intent suddenly slashed toward him. Yet Lin Yong did not summon his energy to deflect it; he simply let the intent strike his body directly.
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