Just what was this power? The saber was somehow connected to Lu Yin’s own blood. Did that mean that he really had been sliced eighty-one times? However, there was not a single wound on his body.3

Lu Yin could not understand what had happened. He stared at the small saber in his hand and felt a chill come over his heart.1

It was possible that he was not supposed to be where he was, and the fact that his attacker had been able to leave him so incredibly helpless meant that they had definitely seen through him. The Lost Clan was no longer a safe place for him.1

However, it was also impossible to leave at this point in time.1

Lu Yin felt very uneasy as he held the saber. He sat back down and looked up at the moonlight. He took a deep breath.0

Forget it, I’ll just wait. If such a powerful person wants to attack me, I’ll never be able to escape, anyways.0

With a wry smile, he looked back down at the saber in his hand. He did not place it in his cosmic ring, but instead hung it around his neck. There might be a day when he would be able to use the saber to attack others eighty-one times.4

Time passed, but Lu Yin remained where he was, avoiding Snack Sage and seeing if there was any chance of meeting the mysterious powerhouse who had attacked him.0

The person had never revealed themselves in any way, yet had slashed Lu Yin eighty-one times. Lu Yin had taken the saber, but had absolutely no idea what it was supposed to be used for.0

Finally, the Shangsan Festival began...2