The Flower Burial Sword had an extraordinary origin. It was forged with ancient wood that must have made it glorious back in its heyday. It was just that the Flower Burial Sword gradually lost its spiritual energy through the passage of time, being reduced to its current state.

Having been nurtured by Lin Yun, the Flower Burial Sword reached the level of mid-grade profound artifact. It had already been some time since Lin Yun received the sword, but it never moved on its own. Today was the first time the Flower Burial Sword showed such a response.

Lin Yun wore a grave expression and cautiously continued deeper into the valley. He followed the flower fragrance’s direction and continued twenty more miles. When he turned around, Bai Qiushui and the rest could no longer be seen.

“What fragrance!” There were all sorts of flower fragrances mixed together, so it was hard for Lin Yun to identify the particular fragrance. But he still remembered what the intoxicating fragrance smelled like. As long...