The night passed peacefully for Lin Yun.
Early the next morning, he tidied himself up and unusually took some time to fix his hair.
The Ascending Dragon Sword, Lin Yun hid it beneath the bed, wrapped in cloth as usual.
Although this sword was a superior spiritual artifact, sharp beyond compare, it also had a special significance, thus it was inconvenient to use openly.
However, the one given by Fang Yu, although of slightly lesser quality, was sufficient for Lin Yun's use.
After a quick grooming of his hair and using the sword as a mirror to briefly check his appearance, Lin Yun nodded in satisfaction.
Today, I, too, am an impressively handsome young man.
No sooner had he stepped out than he saw Zhao Lingyu approaching.
What a persistent girl she is.
"Brother Lin."
Zhao Lingyu was wearing a different outfit today.
