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.,With a mighty gust of wind, fallen leaves were swirling on the ground. Lin Yun felt a surge of exhilaration throughout his body, lost in a strange sense of wonder.,In my memory, Lin Yun used to practice this set of punches in a way that was obscure and difficult to understand. He would only imitate the form without truly grasping its meaning.。