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.,To be born as a sword slave and still have the opportunity to cultivate is already incredibly rare.,Next, the entire skeleton rattled, booming with a sound like thunder. For a hundred sounds it reverberated, each one furious, like the roar of a tiger.。