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.,At the front of the sword-washing chamber at the mountain's edge, three people gathered. After seeing Lin Yun arrive, a thin man among them spoke quickly.,Opposite him stood a man and a woman, both with extraordinary bearing and elegance. In terms of temperament, they formed a striking contrast to the person who had spoken first.。