Unique in the World

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.,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.。