Pain, a splitting headache. Memories surged forward, forcefully. Images flashed like in a movie, fast and relentless.,The merging of memories told him that he was fifteen years old this year. He had joined the Qingyun Sect three years ago, but his talent was too low to become a Qingyun disciple.,Lin Yun saw the woman through the crowd and inexplicably felt a sense of goodwill towards her.。