With a punch, the heat inside him boiled over, surging into his right hand. It was as if a phantom tiger appeared behind Lin Yun, roaring furiously.,Lin Yun muttered to himself, and suddenly, he remembered something. His face changed drastically, and he hurried back into the wooden house, searching everywhere.,Over the years, as a sword slave, his ability to secure an independent dwelling within Qingyun Gate was inseparable from his masterful sword-cultivating art.。
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