Lin Yun opened his eyes and looked at his flat chest. The first thought that came to mind was that he hadn't died.,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.,Lin Yun pondered silently in his heart. As a sword slave, his cultivation time and resources were both hindered. For three full years, he had been unable to break through to the third level of martial arts. This original owner's comprehension was still a bit mediocre.。