Unique in the World

The fusion of memories, in just a short amount of time, made Lin Yun feel as if ten years had passed.,Lin Yun didn't hesitate, reaching out to take the sword. In an instant, his right hand was frozen a ghastly white.,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.。