Regardless of anything else, Lin Yun took his sword and rushed out the door toward the Sword Washing Pavilion.,Over the years, as a sword slave, his ability to secure an independent dwelling within Qingyun Gate was inseparable from his masterful sword-cultivating art.,Especially the woman, clad in a blue long dress, with a graceful figure, an ethereal air, and extraordinary beauty, caused people to feel humbled and unable to look directly at her.。