With a mighty gust of wind, fallen leaves were swirling on the ground. Lin Yun felt a surge of exhilaration throughout his body, lost in a strange sense of wonder.,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.,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.。