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.,Fortunately, Qingyun Gate was not a sect that focused on swords, so he wasn't particularly busy. He would have some free time every day to cultivate.。