In a dim corner of the wooden hut, there was a sword lying in a basin of icy water.,Lin Yun felt a bit annoyed in his heart. As a nobody, being in this heavily hierarchical sect, delaying matters for those bigwigs would have dire consequences.,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.。