Pain, a splitting headache. Memories surged forward, forcefully. Images flashed like in a movie, fast and relentless.,Next, the entire skeleton rattled, booming with a sound like thunder. For a hundred sounds it reverberated, each one furious, like the roar of a tiger.,Lin Yun, who had absorbed the memories of his previous owner, was not surprised. The original owner had always harbored a secret love for Su Ziyao, an inner disciple of the Qingyun Sect.。