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.,Su Ziyao took out her handkerchief and wiped the sword from hilt to point. This action caused Lin Yun to frown slightly. The goodwill he had for the previous owner vanished completely.,The blade drew out half an inch, a gust of cold wind sweeping out. Su Ziyao swiftly sheathed the sword again, her movements so fast that one only saw a flash of cold light.。