Today, as Lin Yun fought, he felt a clarity in his mind, understanding everything. With each punch, a surge of heat flowed through his body, and in an instant, he grasped the essence of the fist.,Regardless of anything else, Lin Yun took his sword and rushed out the door toward the Sword Washing Pavilion.,Lin Yun, who had absorbed the memories of his previous owner, was not surprised. The original owner had always harbored a secret love for Su Ziyao, an inner disciple of the Qingyun Sect.。