Unique in the World

Pain, a splitting headache. Memories surged forward, forcefully. Images flashed like in a movie, fast and relentless.,Regardless of anything else, Lin Yun took his sword and rushed out the door toward the Sword Washing Pavilion.,The sword naturally didn't belong to him. It was one he maintained for a core disciple of Qingyun Sect. Any sword needs maintenance after being used for a long time.。