When Yi Lin walked out of the Sword Tomb,
the young man wore an exhausted expression, disappointment filling his eyes.
Yi Lin's trip in and out took only half a day.
He could still make it for dinner.
Nie Shanhe and Chen Bei, who had been standing at the entrance feeling the strange disturbances within the Sword Tomb, were both taken aback.
The young man had empty hands.
The results were clear at a glance.
Even Chen Bei couldn't believe that Yi Lin was able to refine a flying sword into his life-bound in such a short time.
Moreover, the sleeve of the young man's right arm was missing, and his arm was covered with bruises, both black and purple, clearly having suffered a lot.
"Sigh~"
Chen Bei stepped forward to comfort the young man, "It's alright, old man had anticipated that with your current cultivation level, it would not be easy to gain a flying sword's approval from within the Sword Tomb."
