Lin Yun made a mental note about the key and focused on other things. He didn’t have the luxury of free time. Right now, he had to focus on reaching the limit of the Heavenly Soul Realm and becoming an empyrean as soon as possible. After all, wielding the flute as a sword wasn’t a permanent solution to his strength. Cultivation was the only way to actually improve.

If Lin Yun didn’t have a strong foundation, then it would be impossible to compete with genuine geniuses like those on the Empyrean Ranking. He would find himself in a disadvantageous position every time.

Of course, the noble tune was helpful for the time being, but it wouldn’t give him an advantage against geniuses on the Empyrean Ranking.

As time passed, all the discussions regarding Flower Burial gradually died down in the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect. Simultaneously, Lin Yun disappeared from the public eye.

He spent every day practicing the Azure Dragon Saint Art with the True...