Canglan City, a bustling city standing in the Yunze Continent. The tall walls are made of solid bluestone, and flags flutter on the walls, hunting in the wind. The streets of the city are crisscrossed, with many shops and pedestrians. The noise came and went, including the cries of vendors, the chatter and laughter of pedestrians, and the sound of chariots and horses passing by. In a remote corner of this bustling metropolis, there is a simple courtyard. In the courtyard, a young man was standing quietly, he was Lin Yu. Lin Yu's face was cold, his sword eyebrows were starry, and his eyes revealed a deep perseverance. He was dressed in a black power suit, with a black belt around his waist and an ancient long sword hanging from it. His figure was as tall as a pine, like a green pine that would not fall.