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 muttered to himself, and suddenly, he remembered something. His face changed drastically, and he hurried back into the wooden house, searching everywhere.,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.。