Unique in the World

Pain, a splitting headache. Memories surged forward, forcefully. Images flashed like in a movie, fast and relentless.,The merging of memories told him that he was fifteen years old this year. He had joined the Qingyun Sect three years ago, but his talent was too low to become a Qingyun disciple.,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.。