Everything in front of him suddenly changed!

It was no longer the Luohua Temple with yellow leaves swirling around, but a vast expanse of yellow sand.

Amidst the endless yellow sand stood a majestic pass.

No name was left on the gate of the pass.

It was just a patch of mottled emptiness.

However, Lin Xiaosu’s heartbeat inexplicably accelerated.

This was Sword Gate Pass.

He had seen the image of this mighty pass in the Heart Pavilion’s records.

The vast yellow sand, below Sword Gate Pass!

Unexpectedly, this was where Master Miaoxin had secluded herself.

If at first, he was only thirty percent sure, now, his certainty had inexplicably risen to eighty percent!

Because for thousands of years, she had never forgotten Sword Gate Pass.

She never truly considered Sword Gate as a place of heartbreak; this mighty pass was even the most important place in her heart, permanently fixed there.

He had gambled correctly!

He gambled that the former Du Yuexin, now Miaoxin, still had a piece of memory puzzle about the Ancient Array Sect in her heart.

He gambled that by using the most powerful Array Path of the Ancient Array Sect, to intimidate Luohua Temple, causing the entire Luohua Temple to hesitate, this legendary founder would show up for a meeting.

He guessed right!

She truly appeared.

Upon entering her exclusive Secret Realm, she even let him see the imprint in her heart—Sword Gate Pass!

All of this indicated that she might have the potential to become his ally!

But how exactly to proceed would depend on whether he could truly move her.

Amidst the vast yellow sand, he walked steadily, neither hurried nor slow.

As he walked, feeling the desolation and solitude conveyed by the yellow sand, Lin Xiaosu seemed to feel the impulsiveness she had once felt traveling thousands of miles to the border pass, eager to meet her beloved.

Yet upon stepping onto this mighty pass, gazing at the vast desolation, there was a sense of "no one in the world can find this person."

Lin Xiaosu raised his hand, and a flute landed in his palm.

As he played the flute, the melody was graceful and melodious.

The light and unrestrained flute sound swept past Sword Gate Pass, seeming to bring a trace of Jiangnan’s echo to this ancient and rarely visited border town.

In the flute’s melody were scenes of a youth breaking willow branches by the lakeside, sailing on the river, the breath of spring wind, and the thousand twists and turns of the mortal world.

Everything was so joyful, so beautiful; however, the final lingering note was incomparably lonely, incomparably desolate.

Perhaps it was precisely because of the previous joy and beauty that this lingering note’s desolate feeling was more pronounced.

The flute sound quieted, and the flute in Lin Xiaosu’s hand vanished into thin air, his head slowly lifting, facing this mighty pass, he recited: "The snow clears, the horses return to the Hu sky, amid the moonlight, Qiang flutes play within the watchtower, Borrow a question, where do the plum blossoms fall? The wind blows all night at Sword Gate Pass."

On top of the majestic pass, within a quiet room.

Outside the quiet room, a solitary plum tree.

Flowers wafted by, and the remaining plum blossoms drifted, inside the quiet room, a nun dressed in blue with a bald head.

She slowly lifted her head: "Young master’s flute melody is serene and carefree, the poem’s artistic mood is elegant, yet it seems an inappropriate manner for meeting a nun, dare I ask why?"

Indeed, when a young master sees a female guest, performing poetic music is the standard protocol.

Yet today, was he meeting a female guest?

It was the founder of Luohua Temple!

It was a Major Sect under his military aim!

How could it be a matter of romance?

Lin Xiaosu said: "Just because I did not regard the senior as the founder of Luohua Temple, but on behalf of an old acquaintance, came to meet you."

"Meeting on behalf of an old acquaintance? May I dare ask which old acquaintance?" Miao Xin asked.

Lin Xiaosu said: "The sole descendant of the Ancient Array Sect, who once called himself Jian Wuchen, now known as Gu Jian Youchen!"

A light hum sounded!

The mighty pass was filled with swirling dust, and a crack appeared on top of the pass.

No echo, this light hum was the echo.

No response, this crack was the response...

Lin Xiaosu stared at this crack: "Although senior still has that old acquaintance in mind, why did you not boldly inscribe ’Sword Gate Pass’ at this pass?"

"Amitabha, affairs of three thousand years past, how could they be in this nun’s heart?" Miaoxin spoke a Buddhist chant, and the majestic pass under her feet turned to dust, replaced by a barren slope, a solitary plum, a quiet room, and an old nun.