Lin Dong did not leave, and waited where he stood for the arrival of Yagyu Ittovine.
Time is like fine sand, slipping through one's grasp, slipping through the fingers, and ten minutes flashed by in an instant.
By this time, Yagyu Ittovine had already arrived at a bamboo forest opposite the chaotic grave.
The bamboo forest swayed without wind, and leaves fell in abundance.
Lin Dong looked towards that bamboo forest, his Peach Sword in hand trembling more intensely.
"Is the one coming the great swordsman of Yinghua Country, Yagyu Ittovine?" Lin Dong's voice echoed through the air, reaching the other side.
From the bamboo forest, a man dressed in a grey Yinghua Country warrior's uniform emerged, a man who appeared to be in his fifties and was well-built.
On his back, he carried a sword wrapped in black cloth; though the sword was unsheathed, one could feel the chilling killing intent emanating from within.