Pain, a splitting headache. Memories surged forward, forcefully. Images flashed like in a movie, fast and relentless.,Lin Yun let out a breath of relief. The other party didn't reprimand him, and stepped forward to hand the sword from his arms.,The blade drew out half an inch, a gust of cold wind sweeping out. Su Ziyao swiftly sheathed the sword again, her movements so fast that one only saw a flash of cold light.。