"It seems that this world is the place where my intelligence and wit can truly shine. At the third level of martial arts, I am qualified to become an outer disciple of Qingyun Gate. From now on, I will no longer have to be a sword slave.",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.,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.。