Pain, a splitting headache. Memories surged forward, forcefully. Images flashed like in a movie, fast and relentless.,Over the years, as a sword slave, his ability to secure an independent dwelling within Qingyun Gate was inseparable from his masterful sword-cultivating art.,Lin Yun let out a breath of relief. The other party didn't reprimand him, and stepped forward to hand the sword from his arms.。