Lin Yun had survived the battle with Lei Ying who was a quasi-Elysium Core Realm genius. It was the most dangerous battle he had experienced since coming to Kunlun Realm. However, he was the ultimate winner.

Looking at the crimson dusk, Lin Yun poured out all of his emotions into the flute. By the time he was done playing, the sun had completely disappeared from the sky. Just like that, the two of them sat in front of a bonfire, with a mood that was different from before.

“I take back my words from before. Your ability to play the flute isn’t inferior to Flower Burial.” When Ye Ziling looked at Lin Yun once more, her expression became gentler. Her opinion of Lin Yun was different, especially after hearing that he considered himself a disciple of the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect.

“Not bad, I guess…” Lin Yun smiled.

As the breeze blew from the ocean, Ye Ziling wore a complicated gaze. “I’m surprised that you came back for me. I know I haven’t treated you the best after you joined...