The fusion of memories, in just a short amount of time, made Lin Yun feel as if ten years had passed.,He could only become a handyman in the sword washing room within the sect, becoming a swordslave, specializing in the maintenance of swords belonging to the sect's disciples and elders.,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.。