The scene of tens of thousands of people falling on their knees was shocking, especially when they yelled at the same time.

Lin Yun was startled when he turned his head around and saw all the disciples kneeling before him. As their voices echoed in his ears, his heart boiled like his time back in the Sword Firmament Pavilion.

Those disciples also called him ‘Senior Brother Lin’ when he protected the Sword Firmament Pavilion’s reputation in the Great Qin Empire. Lin Yun was still young and he would turn 20 in six months. So how could his blood not boil at this scene?

He immediately cupped his hands and replied, “Heavenly Core Disciple Lin Yun thanks all of you for this honor. In the future, if there’s any trouble in the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect, I won’t stand by and watch!”

“Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect’s chief female disciple, Ye ZIling, congratulates Junior Brother Lin!” Ye Ziling also cupped her hands together.

“Thank you, Senior Sister.” Lin Yun smiled.

“Hahaha!” As a burst of laughter sounded out, the sect master’s voice echoed out, “My eyes did not fool me. Lin Yun, you’re really a genius in the sword!”

However, he didn’t say that his master also had good eyesight to take Lin Yun as a disciple.

“Without the sect master’s nurturing, I wouldn’t be able to achieve this,”...