Heavenly Sword Holy Land.
Yuantian Sword Saint and Jian Feidao were in the Holy Land, overseeing the grand strategy against the Undying Blood Clan.
"A fortnight is nearly up, Lin Yi, this lad, if he doesn't return soon, he's going to miss our appointment."
As the half-month period agreed upon with Lin Yi was approaching, Jian Feidao suddenly furrowed his brows.
"I trust that our friend Lin Yi is not one to make a promise lightly."
Yuantian Sword Saint shook his head.
As one who had lived for so many years, surely he couldn't have misjudged someone.
No sooner had he spoken than his eyes slightly brightened.
"He's back."
Soon after, he saw Lin Yi appear within his perception range, outside the main hall.
"You really know how to make it back just in time, lad."
Seeing Lin Yi walk in from outside the hall, Jian Feidao teased.
