Armed with the Illustrated Compendium of Famous Swords and Immortal Grace, Lin Yan became a mysterious sword tender.
He had a pair of strange hands. One touch revealed a sword’s hidden damage; another made its sword intent complete!
He touched the swords, but it was their owners’ hearts that he disturbed!
The aloof chief disciple Lu Yueci blushed to the tips of her ears. “Get your hands off my Frostmoon!”
Lin Yan casually pointed a finger, freezing the sword-washing pool. Everyone was so terrified they thought he was an unparalleled sword immortal.
That very night, the alluring Redflame Fairy came knocking, too.
“Little Pavilion Master, I heard you’re good at tending swords. Won’t you tend your big sister’s sword, too?”
The whole sect thought Lin Yan was unfathomably powerful.
Only he knew that the casual act he’d just put on had nearly used up half a month’s worth of spiritual energy!
Lin Yan: “I really only know how to tend swords. Stop coming to the Sword Pavilion one after another!”
